The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The frost had already crept up the spires of the high command palace, a white lace that looked less like decoration and more like a shroud draped over the stone, and I stood at the edge of the banquet hall, my hand resting on the small of my back where the ache in my heart had become a familiar, rhythmic thud that matched the persistent, cold whisper of the mountain spirit I had heard for three...

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