The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

Act I "Does the ink taste of ash, or does it merely look like it?" Declan Hegarty asked, his fingers stained black to the knuckles, the quill scratching a rhythm against the parchment that felt less like writing and more like scraping bone. He sat in the staff room of the closing school, a space that had been repurposed for the scribing of the mountain kingdom’s histories, where the dry wind...

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