The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain was not falling so much as it was being thrown, a violent, horizontal assault that turned the cobblestones of the Royal Plaza into a slick, black mirror where the gaslights bled their yellow light into the wet darkness, and I stood there, my boots soaking through, my coat heavy with the stench of the market, watching the figure who had once been my brother, and now was the King, stand...

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