The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The silver pin tore through the lining of my bodice as I ran, the sharp edge digging into the flesh of my ribs with every desperate stride. The air in the Old Quarter was thick with the acrid bite of burning oak and wet wool, a heat so oppressive it felt less like temperature and more like a physical weight pressing against my lungs. I was forty years old, a scholar of the Royal Archive, and I...

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