The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The banquet hall of the Old Stone Inn smelled of roasted lamb and damp wool. Candlelight flickered against the high vaulted ceiling, casting long, trembling shadows that danced like restless spirits. In the center of the long oak table sat Elias Thorne. He was a man carved from patience and silence, his face a map of deep lines etched by decades of walking roads that no longer existed. He did...

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