The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The road to the Citadel of Ostrava was not a path but a scar, a jagged line of grey stone and mud that cut through the autumn woods like a vein of lead. Elias walked it with a heavy heart and heavier feet, his breath coming in short, white plumes that dissipated into the cold air before they could reach the sky. He carried a wooden box, bound in iron, which rested against his hip like a child...

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