The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The parchment was thin, wet with mud, and smelled of iron. Sir Kaelen held it up to the grey light filtering through the broken palisade, his hand trembling so violently the ink blurred into a smear. It was a list. Names of the dead. His name was not on it, but the entry beneath it read: *Heart failure. Stage III. Do not assign to front line.* He folded the paper. The crease snapped against the...

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