The Distant Joke
The rain hits the glass. It is hard. It is cold. You feel it on your skin through the wool of your tunic. The stone walls of the keep are thick. They hold the heat in. But they hold the fear in, too. You are the Captain. You have the badge. You have the sword. You have the law. "Is it done?" you ask. Your voice is low. It does not shake. You do not let it shake. The young squire looks at you....
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