The Distant Ghost
The seal is not a key, Elias. It is a chain." The voice came from the dark corner of the cell, low and raspy, like gravel shifting under a boot. You did not turn. You kept your eyes fixed on the iron bars, where the morning light was beginning to thin the darkness into a grey, watery haze. The air in the dungeon was thick, heavy with the smell of wet stone and old blood, a cold that seeped into...
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