The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The flint struck the steel, and the spark caught the wet kindling with a sputter that smelled of wet ash and old iron. Sir Aldric of Blackwood Hall watched the flame take hold, his knuckles white around the iron poker, his eyes fixed on the hearth as if it were a traitor in the court. He was forty years old, a man who had held the line at the river crossings and kept his word to the Crown, yet...

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