The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a grey, persistent damp that soaked into the stones of the Keep and found its way into the marrow of Sir Aldric Thorne. He stood in the center of the circular hall, the only light coming from a single tallow candle that sputtered against the draft, casting long, trembling shadows that danced like specters across the rough-hewn walls. Around him, the...

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