The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The feast hall smelled of roasted lamb and old wine, a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the velvet drapes. You are Elias, twelve years old, your hands stained with the soot of the scriptorium fires, watching the courtiers dance under the chandeliers. Your mother, Marguerite, sits in the corner, her face grey with the sickness that is slowly eating her from the inside out. She coughs, a wet,...

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