The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain fell hard on the slate roof of the cottage, a relentless drumming that masked the sound of the world outside. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and dried sage. Elara sat by the hearth, her hands wrapped around a clay bowl. The liquid within was dark, viscous, and cold. It was the last of the draught. Her father, Silas, lay in the next room. He was dying. The fever...

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