The Distant Joke
The fire took the roof first. Then the walls. You stood in the yard, the soot already caking your skin, and watched the beams groan and fall. The house was gone. The past was gone. Only the smoke remained, twisting into the gray sky like a question no one would answer. You were a knight. Or you had been. Before the war. Before the order. Before they stripped the name from your tongue and the...
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