The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The quill trembled in Elias’s hand, the nib hovering a fraction of an inch above the parchment, suspended in the cold air of the study. He was forty years old, and his knuckles were swollen with the ache of long days spent hunched over the family chronicle, a task he had undertaken to secure his tenure at Vane Manor and, by extension, the small cottage he shared with his wife, Elara. The ink...

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