The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The iron key was cold, biting into the meat of my palm, its teeth worn smooth by thirty years of turning locks that no longer held. I stood in the shadow of the great oak table, the candlelight flickering against the stone walls of Lord Malcador’s hall. The air smelled of roasted boar, stale ale, and the damp rot of the earth pressing against the foundation. I wanted the deed. I wanted the...

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