The Distant Ghost
Chapter One In Aethelgard, the air tasted of wet iron and old wood, a flavor that settled in the teeth of every man who walked the scree slopes before dawn. Jose Delgado stood before the High Marshal, his hands trembling not from fear but from the crushing weight of his family’s starvation, the silence in the study heavier than the snow outside. He begged for the command of the northern border,...
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