The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The mud of the northern frontier had a way of swallowing boots, and by the time I waded through the knee-deep slurry to reach the command tent, my legs felt less like limbs and more like the rusted hinges of a gate left open in a storm. I was thirty-four years old, a Lieutenant in the Imperial Guard, and I carried the weight of a lineage that the court viewed with the same suspicion one might...

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