The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The silver gauntlet sat on the mahogany desk, a cold, heavy thing that seemed to drink the light from the single lamp in the study. Elias Thorne, thirty-four and hollowed out by the Border Wars, traced the tarnished engravings with a thumb that still trembled from old shrapnel. He was not polishing it; he was waiting for it to speak, for the weight in his hand to reveal the debt his father had...

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