The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The mud of the outer trench was black and slick, sucking at my boots with a wet, viscous sound that matched the hollow throb in my chest. I clutched the withered blackthorn branch in my right hand, its bark slick with a cold sweat that burned against my palm, a supernatural heat that pulsed in rhythm with my own failing heart. I was Thomas Bradshaw, a King’s Guard of thirty years, and I had...

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