The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The wind bit. It did not howl. It bit. Elias felt the teeth of the cold in his molars. He walked. The path was a ribbon of grey stone, torn by roots. Above, the sky was a bruised purple. It was dying. Not the sun. The world. He was a man of books. Of ink and paper. Of quiet rooms. Now he was a man of mud. Of silence. Of the end. His companion walked beside him. Silas. A friend. A brother in all...

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