The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The cold shadow fell across the parchment, a dark smear that did not belong to the sun, and you watched it stretch across the desk of the Inquisitor, who did not look up from his ledger. You are Elias, a scholar of thirty years, and your brother Thomas is dying in a cell beneath the town square, his lungs filled with fluid that the court calls the breath of the devil. You have come to Oakhaven,...

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