The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

Thorne. The voice that cut through the damp air of the scriptorium was not a question, but a summons, sharp as a blade laid against the throat. Elias Thorne looked up from his quill, the ink still wet on the parchment, a dark vein spreading across the vellum like a bruise. He was thirty-two years old, a scribe of no particular note, a man whose hands were stained permanently with the soot of...

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