The Distant Joke
The road was not a road at all, but a ribbon of grey stone unspooled across a landscape that defied the geometry of the known world. Elara walked it with the weary, rhythmic gait of someone who had walked many such roads, though this one was the first to feel like a wound in the air. Beside her, on the back of a mule that breathed in slow, deliberate pulls, sat her brother, Thomas. He was...
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