The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and wet wool, a thick, cloying scent that hung in the air like a fog. It was a feast held in the Hollow, a place that existed neither here nor there, suspended in the amber light of a sun that never seemed to set or rise. The tables stretched out into the gloom, laden with silver platters that reflected the faces of the guests: elongated, pale, and...

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