The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

In the center of the long oak table, beneath the flickering light of a hundred tallow candles that burned with a low, sizzling heat, lay a single silver cup filled with wine so dark it looked like coagulated blood, and Sir Alaric’s hand, steady despite the trembling of his knees, hovered inches above the rim as he waited for the King to speak, for the King to grant him the one thing that would...

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