The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The wind in the Grey Pass did not howl; it hissed, a thin, dry sound like paper tearing. Sir Kaelen stood alone on the ridge, the frost biting through his leather boots. He was thirty-two years old, but his face looked carved from the same grey stone that surrounded him. In his hand, he gripped the hilt of a sword that hummed with a cold, persistent presence. It was not the heat of the forge,...

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