The Distant Joke
The fire took the bridge first. Then the granary. Then the silence that followed was loud enough to shatter the glass of the high windows in the keep. Elias stood in the courtyard, the smoke tasting of ash and burnt pine on his tongue. He was not a soldier. He was a man who had left his home in the lowlands because the air there had grown too thick, too heavy with the breath of a man who owned...
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