The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The wax was cooling, a dark red disc no larger than a thimble, pressed into the fold of parchment with the precision of a surgeon’s incision. Elias counted the hours by the angle of the light slicing through the high, narrow windows of the scriptorium, a geometry that had not changed in the twenty years he had served the Duke. He was forty, his hands stiff from the cold and the constant...

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