The Distant Joke
The silence in the hall was not empty but heavy, a physical weight that pressed against your eardrums and settled deep in the marrow of your bones, a dense fog of anticipation that smelled of old wax and unwashed wool and the metallic tang of fear that clung to the skin of every man standing in the shadows of the throne room where the King sat elevated on his throne of oak and iron, his face a...
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