The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The feast was loud. It was too loud. The tables groaned under the weight of roasted boar and barrels of ale. We were in the keep. The stone walls were thick. They were old. They were cold. I sat at the far end. My husband, Thomas, sat by the fire. He did not look at me. He looked at the map. He traced the border. His finger was a blade. It cut the air. I watched the flies. They danced on the...

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