The Distant Joke
The bell did not ring; it cracked, a sound like a giant bone snapping in the dark, and from that fracture poured the dust of centuries, settling upon your shoulders as you stood in the center of the Grand Hall. You are Sir Alistair, the Warden of the Spire, and you have come to the court of King Thaddeus to deliver the head of the traitor, a task you have performed with such mechanical...
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