The Distant Ghost
Chapter One My hands were shaking so badly that I could not hold the pen steady, the ink bleeding into the rough paper of the ledger like a dark bruise spreading under skin, while the boatman’s oars chopped the black water of the backwaters into a rhythm that matched the hammering in my temples. I was heading to Kalinga, a remote outpost on the edge of the known world, driven by the need to...
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