The Distant Ghost
The call came from the back of the shop, a voice rough with the dust of metal and the weight of dying. "Elias. Take them. Finish what I started." It was not a request. It was the last command of a man who had spent forty years bending silver to his will, and now he was bending Elias to his. Elias stood by the window, the morning light cutting through the grime, and watched the street below. A...
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