The Distant Ghost
Chapter One The archipelago of shrine isles hummed with the low, grinding friction of industry, a place where the air tasted of iron filings and the damp, rotting sweetness of harvested grain, and where every soul owed a tithe of memories to the crown by the turn of the season. Miral Ryn stood at the edge of the reclamation yard, his boots sinking into the sludge of dead machines that had once...
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