The Distant Joke
The gate did not open. It did not creak, nor did it yield to the heavy iron handle, but it simply remained a solid, unyielding face of oak and iron, separating the muddy path from the gray stone of the keep. I stood there, my hands still on the cold metal, feeling the vibration of the world beyond it, a low hum that seemed to come from the earth itself rather than the air. Thomas was standing...
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