The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The iron bit in my mouth tasted of rust and old blood, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat with every breath. My hands, bound tight behind my back with leather cord, ached with a dull, rhythmic throb, the nerves firing in sharp, electric bursts against the cold stone floor. I was on my knees in the center of the circular chamber, the air thick with the scent of damp moss and the...

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