The Distant Joke
The road is not a straight line but a wound, jagged and red in the twilight, cutting through the dense, ancient forest that has held its breath for centuries. You walk it with the weight of your steel on your back, the leather of your armor creaking against the silence. It is an age before clocks, when the sun is the only judge and the moon the only witness. You are a soldier of the King’s...
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