The Distant Ghost
The seal is broken, Elias thought, waking with the taste of wax on his tongue, and he sat up in the dark, his heart hammering against his ribs like a fist against a door. The cold in the room was a physical weight, pressing down on his chest, and he could hear the wind scraping against the windowpanes, a dry, rasping sound that reminded him of the scratch of a quill on parchment. He knew what...
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