The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The frost had settled thick on the heather, turning the moorland into a field of grey and silver needles. Elara moved through this silence with the careful deliberation of a scholar walking through a library where the books have been stolen. She was not a soldier, nor was she a warrior in the way the bards of the lowlands sang of them. She was a keeper of records, a woman whose hands were...

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