The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, suffocating curtain of grey mist that turned the stone walls of the keep into weeping faces, and within the vaulted silence of the armory, the only sound was the wet, rhythmic dragging of a heavy iron boot against the damp flagstones, a sound that seemed to echo with a delay, as if the room itself was remembering the weight of every...

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