The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The soup was thick. It smelled of iron and burnt onions, a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the back of Elias’s throat. He sat in the corner of the mess hall, a square of wood so worn it was smooth as bone, and watched the liquid tremble in his bowl. Outside, the rain lashed against the stone windows of the keep, a relentless, gray drumming that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards and...

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