The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool. Torin sat at the far end of the long oak table. He was small. His hands shook. Not from cold. From the weight of the silence. Lord Ashworth sat at the head. He was huge. A mountain of red fur and bad temper. He did not look at Torin. He looked at the fire. He looked at the meat. He drank. Around them, the men laughed. Their voices were like stones...

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