The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The bell in the tower did not ring for the dead. It rang for the living, a dull, bronze thud that vibrated in the marrow of my bones. I stood in the center of the square, the cobblestones cold beneath my boots. The mist clung to the town, a gray shroud that swallowed the edges of the stone walls. I was the Warden. I wore the gray cloak. It was heavy, wet with morning dew, and it smelled of wet...

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