The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The ledger lay open on the stone table, its pages brittle as dried leaves. Kaelen counted the hours remaining until dawn. Seven hours. Six. The ink was smudged where his thumb had pressed too hard, a dark stain spreading like a bruise. He was thirty years old, and his hands shook with a fatigue that sleep could not cure. The task was simple, or so the High Council had claimed. Purge the...

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