The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The brass key was cold in my palm, a dead weight that seemed to pull my fingers into a claw. It was a small thing, no longer than my thumb, but it carried the gravity of the entire winter tax season. I stood in the doorway of the Guildhall, the snow piling against my boots, and watched the Magistrate’s seal on the parchment in my other hand. It was a red wax circle, cracked down the middle,...

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