The Distant Joke
The axe bit deep into the oak. Edric’s arms burned. The muscle in his shoulder screamed, a jagged line of pain that traveled up his neck and into his teeth. He did not stop. He could not stop. The wood split with a wet crack, echoing across the silent square. The crowd watched from the shadows of the market stalls. They stood still. No one moved. No one breathed. “Again,” said the magistrate....
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