The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain in the valley of Aethelgard was not water, but a fine mist that clung to the skin like a second, colder soul. Elias Thorne had walked for three days without rest, his boots heavy with the mud of the lowlands, his heart heavier with the weight of a secret that felt like a stone in his chest. He was a man of few words, a scholar of the old ways, exiled from the court for reasons that had...

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