The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The glass was thin. I could feel the cold seeping through the panes of the great hall, a chill that lived in the stone itself. It was a house of heavy shadows and older air. I stood alone in the center of the floor, my hands clasped behind my back. The silence was not empty. It was full. It pressed against my ears like deep water. My name is Elara. I am the keeper of this place. Or so they...

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