The Distant Ghost
The entry in the municipal ledger read: Acheron, Kael. Status: Blighted. Line: Sealed. Vessa Acheron stood before the counter, his hands resting on the wood, feeling the grit of soot and old varnish beneath his calluses. He was thirty-two, a man whose trade was the tending of lanterns in the deep pits of the archipelago, a job that left his fingers permanently stained with oil and shadow. He...
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