The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain falls on the gable of the Blackwood Hall, a steady, gray weeping that has not ceased since the winter solstice, and you stand at the window with your back to the room, feeling the cold seep through the wool of your tunic, a chill that settles in the marrow and refuses to leave. You are the Keeper of the Gate, a title that sounds grand in the ledgers but feels, in the flesh, like a...

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