The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The air in the High Court of Aethelgard tasted of iron and rot, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat as I sprinted through the labyrinthine corridors. I was Elias, a scribe of forty-two years, my robes stained with ink and fear, clutching a small glass vial of moon-dew in a fist that shook uncontrollably. My brother Julian was to be executed at dawn for the murder of the Duke, a...

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