The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain fell in cold, relentless sheets that turned the road out of Kael into a churning slurry of mud and broken stone, and I rode through it with a numbness that had nothing to do with the chill, my armor stripped of its steel plating to pay the tithes that kept the Order of the Black Cross from starvation. I was forty-two years old, a knight in name only, my hands raw and bleeding from the...

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