The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The iron key was cold in my palm, a small, heavy thing that smelled of rust and the damp earth outside. I turned it over, watching the rain streak down the barred window of my cell, the water tracing paths through the grime like veins on a pale hand. It was the third day of the storm, and the fortress, that ancient stone beast crouching on the cliff edge, groaned under the weight of the wind. I...

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