The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The leather strap bit into your wrist as you pulled the reins tight, the horse’s nostrils flaring with the smell of sulfur and wet rot. You were Elias Thorne, Captain of the Royal Guard, and the winter freeze had three days left before it sealed the passes. In your saddlebag, wrapped in oiled silk, sat the vial of the King’s blood. It was the only stabilizer known to exist. The Hollow was...

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