The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the tin roof of the trading post, a sound that seemed to seep into the marrow of my bones. I sat by the dying fire, watching the embers pulse like a failing heart, while across the room, Elias leaned against the rough-hewn table, his arms crossed, his face a mask of polite indifference. "You’re late again,...

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