The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The count had reached forty-two years of service, or perhaps forty-three, the ledger smudged by damp and time, making the ink bleed into the paper like a bruise under skin. Elias Thorne sat on a stone bench in the corridor of the Hall of Whispers, counting the cracks in the flagstones, a habit born of boredom and a deeper, sharper hunger. He wanted the brooch. It was a simple silver thing, a...

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