The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

"Burn it, Elias. The ink is cursed." The Chancellor’s voice was dry, like dead leaves scraping across stone. He stood by the window, his back to the morning light, which cut sharp angles through the dust motes. You held the scroll. It was warm. Too warm. The parchment pulsed against your palms, a slow, rhythmic throb that matched your own heart. You had transcribed the final decree of King...

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