The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

Thorne. The clerk’s voice was a dry crack, like a branch snapping under a boot. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the tile floor, the weight of his leather satchel pressing a bruise into his hip. He was thirty-four years old, and his hands, stained with the green residue of crushed herbs, trembled not from cold but from the sheer gravity of the silence in the room. The Imperial Health...

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