The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The snow had not yet fallen, but the air in the High Court tasted of ice. I stood before the Chancellor, my hands clasped tight enough to whiten the knuckles, and waited for a word. The chamber was vast and cold, the stone walls sweating with the damp breath of the autumn season. My brother, Cillian, had served twenty years in the Crown’s armies. He had bled for the realm in the border wars. He...

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