The Distant Ghost
The blade was heavy, a slab of cold steel that seemed to pull at Aldric’s shoulders with a gravity independent of his own arms. "Proceed, Captain," the King said, his voice thin and dry as the dust that coated the floor of the Spire. Aldric did not answer immediately. He stood in the center of the circular hall, the air thick with the smell of wet stone and old blood, while the twelve men of...
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