The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The sword lay across Eamon’s knees, its pommel worn smooth by four decades of grip. He held it as one holds a feverish child, waiting for the delirium to break. Outside the window, the grey sky of the year 1189 pressed against the glass, cold and indifferent to the siege that still echoed in his mind. The dream had been of mud and iron, of Kael’s face twisted in rage as the walls of the rebel...

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