The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The reed pen snapped against the papyrus, and the black fluid I had mixed from soot and gum arabic spread in a jagged, ugly bloom across the parchment. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, tasting the coppery tang of blood that had pooled in my throat, and looked at the High Priest, whose eyes were fixed not on my face but on the stain I had made. He did not ask if I was ill. He did not...

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