The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The ink was cold, a sludge of soot and gum arabic that smelled of the damp cellar where the King had died three days prior, and I stood before the obsidian desk with my hands trembling so violently that the quill I held snapped against the parchment, leaving a jagged black scar across the pristine white surface where the final decree was to be written. I am Elias Thorne, a scribe of forty-two...

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