The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The mud was thick. It clung to the boots of Silas Vane. He walked. The forest was dark. Rain fell. It hit the leaves. It hit the mud. It hit his face. He did not wipe it away. He held his staff. The wood was old. It was carved. The carvings were faint. He had carried this staff for forty years. It was a mark. A brand of office. The High Warden’s rod. The symbol of the Law. The Law was strict....

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