The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The steel sang. It was a high, thin note, like a bird dying in a thorn bush. Elara did not flinch. She parried. The blade of her father’s sword bit into the guard of hers. Sparks flew, bright and cold in the dim light of the barn. Dust motes danced in the shafts of gray winter sun. They were fighting. Not for land. Not for gold. For the right to live. Elara was the warrior. She had been for ten...

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