The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The hall smelled of roasted boar and stale sweat, a thick, cloying air that sat heavy on the chest. I stood by the great hearth, my shield strapped tight to my back, the wood worn smooth by twenty years of service. My name is Eamon, and I am a shield-bearer for Lord Vane, a man of thirty-two winters who wants only to survive the siege so he may marry Elara, who waits in the lower keep. The...

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