The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, cold mist that settled into the marrow of Sir Aldric’s bones and turned his joints into rusted hinges. He stood before the Black Gate, a monolith of granite that had watched three centuries of wars and remained indifferent to the men who died trying to scale it, while the dampness of the year 1342 gnawed at his knees and made...

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