The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The steel was cold, a slab of frozen iron in Ewan’s palm, heavy as a funeral stone. He held it by the crossguard, his knuckles white, the metal biting into the flesh of his hand as he stared at the empty rack where the family heirloom had rested for forty years. The air in the stable smelled of wet straw and old sweat, the breath of the mares rising in thick clouds that obscured the far wall....

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