The Distant Ghost
The letter lay on the table, the ink still wet where Elder Thorne had signed it, a dark smear that looked like a bruise forming on the parchment. Elias stared at the words, his thumb resting on the heavy seal, feeling the cold wax bite into the skin of his hand. It was a commission, he knew, not a request, and the price was written in the margins in a script so small it seemed to retreat from...
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