The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The mist clings to the floor of the valley like a shroud that has forgotten how to rise. You are the investigator, though you have no badge, no warrant, and no interest in the law of men. Your only charge is the silence. You stand at the edge of the old mill, the stone walls slick with the dampness of centuries, watching the fog swallow the world beyond the courtyard. It is a closed space, this...

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