The Distant Joke
The bell tolled. It was a low, mournful sound. It shook the dust from the rafters. It shook the soul of the man who stood beneath it. His name was Elias. He held a staff. The staff was iron. It was cold. It was heavy. It was the only thing he had left. He had come from the city. The city was far. The city was bright. The city was loud. Here, the silence was thick. The silence was wet. It...
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