The Distant Joke
The mist did not clear; it merely thinned, revealing the grey stone of the abbey walls in a way that suggested the world was slowly losing its focus. Elara stood at the edge of the courtyard, her boots sinking slightly into the damp earth, watching her husband, Julian, walk toward the gate. He did not look back. He never did. In the final days of his tenure as the Keeper of the Veil, his gaze...
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