The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The iron clasp on my breastplate felt heavier than the mountain behind us, a cold weight that seemed to pull my spine toward the earth with every step. We had been walking for three days since the fall of the outer wall, the air growing thinner and sharper with each hour, until the sky above the citadel of Aethelgard was no longer blue but a pale, bruised violet, suggesting a bruise that would...

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