The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The fog in the scriptorium did not rise from the stone floor as morning mist does, but seeped from the pores of the parchment itself, a thick, rust-colored haze that smelled of iron and old blood. Elias, the Senior Scribe of the Order of the Silent Quill, sat hunched over his desk, his quill trembling not from age, but from the sheer weight of the final sentence he was attempting to inscribe in...

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