The Distant Joke
The rain fell in sheets. It drummed against the hood of the cart. Elias drove. His hands were white. The reins were soaked. He did not look back. The town of Oakhaven lay behind him. It was a place of stone and silence. It was a place of old laws. He had lived there for forty years. He was a scholar. He studied the old texts. He studied the herbs. He knew the names of roots. He knew the times...
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