The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The bread was warm. It smelled of yeast and woodsmoke, of life that had not yet turned to ash. Thomas sat at the head of the long oak table, his hands resting on the grain, feeling the pulse of the wood beneath his palms. Around him, the keepers of the Gate drank deep from clay cups. Their laughter was a low rumble, like distant thunder over the hills. They were men of the order, sworn to keep...

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