The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

Thorne. The name was spat at me by the Commander, a sound like a stone hitting wet mud. I stood in the courtyard of the King’s Guard, the iron baton heavy in my right hand, my left gripping the hilt of a sword I had no intention of drawing. It was winter. The air was a physical weight, pressing against my chest, stealing the warmth from my lungs. Behind me, the white oak tree in the central...

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