The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The feast was a wound in the dark. Candlelight flickered on the damp stone walls of the keep. The air smelled of roasted lamb, stale beer, and sweat. Seraphine sat at the high table. Her hands were still. They were not trembling. She watched the knights. They drank. They laughed. Their armor clanked against the heavy oak chairs. Captain Elias stood by the hearth. He wore his coat of arms. It...

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