The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The wind howled through the ravine of St. Aloysius, a sound like the tearing of old silk, and within that gale, Elias Thorne stood with his back against the jagged cliff face, his hands raised not in surrender but in the specific, intricate geometry of binding, his fingers moving with a frantic, desperate precision that seemed to defy the crushing weight of the atmospheric pressure descending...

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