The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The frost had not yet melted from the cobblestones of the high valley when I set out, my breath hanging in the cold air like a ghost reluctant to leave its body. I was a servant of the Court of Shadows, a place that existed in the fold of time where the old laws still held their teeth. My name was irrelevant, for in the Court, one is defined only by one’s function and one’s failure to fulfill...

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