The Distant Joke

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2026-08-19 17:02:48 -

The Distant Joke

The cart groaned under the weight of the silence as we crossed the high moor, the wheels biting into the frozen earth with a sound like grinding teeth. I sat in the back, my hands wrapped around the leather reins, feeling the vibration of the axle travel up through the wood and into my bones. It was a cold that did not merely sit on the skin but sought to hollow out the marrow, a physical...

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