The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The mud was thick and smelled of iron. Elias stood in the courtyard of the old estate, his boots sinking into the sludge with every breath. Rain lashed his face. He was not fighting. He was waiting. The men with the hammers and the fire were already at the gate. They wore the gray coats of the Magistrate’s men. They did not shout. They did not need to. Their silence was heavier than the storm....

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