The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The wolf’s eye, a shard of obsidian no larger than a thumbnail, was the only thing Sir Kaelen possessed that had not yet turned to dust. He sat on the edge of the precipice, the wind tearing at the tatters of his silvered chainmail, and he looked at the stone with the quiet, technical detachment of a man inspecting a faulty gear in a clock that had stopped ticking centuries ago. Below him, the...

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