The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The feast hall burned with tallow. It was a low, yellow light. It caught the dust. It caught the sweat on the brow of Sir Elias Thorne. He sat at the high table. His hands were still. They rested on the oak. The wood was cold. He felt it through his gloves. Around him, the lords laughed. Their voices were thick. They smelled of wine and roasting meat. The air was heavy. It pressed against...

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