The Distant Ghost
The parchment was heavy, heavier than a man’s guilt should be, and Elias Thorne held it with hands that trembled not from cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the ink that had dried on it three years ago. It was a writ of exclusion, stamped with the iron seal of the Elders of Oakhaven, a document that cost him his livelihood, his name, and the right to walk the cobblestones of the only...
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