The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The air in the valley of Aethelgard did not smell of rain or rot, but of burnt sugar and old copper, a scent that clung to the back of the tongue like a forgotten name. Elias stood at the edge of the precipice, his boots caked in the red clay of the lower world, looking down into the mist that swallowed the foundations of the city. He was a man built for silence, his shoulders broad under the...

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