The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The debt collector’s boot crushed the mud against my doorframe. I did not move. I stood in the doorway, my tattered wool coat pulled tight, the fabric stiff with the residue of a hundred dead men’s grief. The man, a thick-necked creature named Harrow, pointed a thick finger at my face. "Five hundred gold by solstice, Elias," he snarled, the words dripping with the threat of the Guild’s iron....

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