The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The midsummer feast in Oakhaven was a riot of roasted pork, spiced wine, and the suffocating perfume of lilies, yet Elias Ashworth sat at the edge of the great hall, his fingers trembling as he polished a quill that would not write. He was thirty years old, a scribe of modest skill and vast, unspoken ambition, and he wanted only to be appointed the Royal Archivist, a position that would secure...

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