The Distant Joke
The road to the highlands did not end, as the maps of the lower valleys suggested, but dissolved into a mist that tasted of iron and old stone, a boundary where the world of men ceased to be a place of reason and became a place of hunger. Thomas walked through this dissolution with the weary determination of a man who has forgotten why he started the journey, yet whose feet remember the rhythm...
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