The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The ink in the well was black, but the first line I wrote on the parchment was red. I did not notice the color until the quill scraped the vellum, leaving a trail of crimson that smelled of iron and old blood. I am Elias, nineteen years old, and for three months I have served as a scribe in the sub-basements of the Archive of Saint Jude. My desire is simple, though perhaps foolish: I want to...

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