The Distant Joke

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2026-08-19 17:17:19 -

The Distant Joke

The feast was a riot of gold leaf and heavy perfume, the air thick with the smell of roasted boar and the sweat of too many bodies pressed into one stone hall. You sat at the far end of the table, your back against the cold flagstone, your hands resting on the edge of the oak. They were still. That was the first thing you noticed. Your hands were still, while the rest of the court trembled with...

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