The Distant Joke
The old man did not look up as the cart rolled away into the mist, his eyes fixed instead on the heavy oak door of the tavern that was about to be closed behind him, a door that had stood in the same place for three hundred years, bearing the scratches of a thousand axes and the dents of a thousand departing wagons, and he stood there with his hands hanging loosely at his sides, those hands...
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