The Distant Ghost
Kaelen, you are standing in the mud like a fool. The voice was Brother Thomas’s, low and rough, cutting through the damp air of the courtyard. Kaelen did not look up. He was staring at the iron gauntlet in his left hand. It was rusted, the metal pitted and dark, but it was heavy. It was the only thing that felt real. His sister, Elara, was inside the keep. She had been inside for three years,...
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