The Distant Joke
The lantern light shivers on the wet cobblestones, a trembling, amber eye watching you step out of the warmth of the tavern and into the biting, salt-heavy air of the coast, where the wind does not blow so much as it hunts, and you feel the cold seep into your marrow, a slow, deliberate invasion that reminds you of the fragility of the flesh you carry, the skin that holds the blood, the bone...
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