The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The quill in my hand was dry, the nib cracked and useless, yet my fingers gripped it as if it were a bone I had pulled from a grave, holding fast to a thing that no longer served its purpose. I sat in the high tower of the Inquisitors’ Court, the wind whistling through the gaps in the masonry with a sound like a low, continuous complaint, and I looked at the parchment before me, where the ink...

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