The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, cold mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat. He walked the ridge. The path was narrow. It was carved into the side of the hill by centuries of boots and hooves. Now it was silent. The trees on either side were bare. They stood like skeletal sentinels, their branches scratching the grey sky. Elias moved slowly. His legs...

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