The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

Elias Thorne held the glass stem of the wine goblet, his knuckles white against the crystal, the liquid trembling inside like a trapped bird. The centennial banquet of the Iron Guard roared around him, a cacophony of clinking silver and raised voices that felt less like celebration and more like the grinding of gears in a machine that had no off switch. He was forty years old, and his heart...

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