The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain hit the cobblestones in a staccato drumroll. I stood at the gate. My hand tightened on the hilt of my sword. The steel was cold. It bit into my palm. I looked back at the castle. High walls. Dark windows. Inside, the King sat. He waited for my report. He waited for my blood. I turned my back. I walked into the mist. The mud sucked at my boots. *Thud. Thud. Thud.* My heart beat in my...

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