The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain fell in sheets of iron against the slate roof of the keep, a rhythmic, hammering percussion that seemed to beat against the very marrow of Aldous Thorne’s bones, and he stood there, not in the comfort of his own study but in the center of the great hall where the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and old blood, watching the thing that had come for him unfold itself with the...

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