The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

Aldric’s hand moved with the rhythmic, dull thud of a mallet striking wet clay, shaping the rim of the clay pot that would hold the last of the summer’s honey. The fire in the hearth had burned down to a bed of orange embers, casting long, trembling shadows against the stone walls of the keep. Outside, the wind howled through the broken shutter of the west window, a sound that seemed to scrape...

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