The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The morning air in the capital city of Oakhaven smelled of wet stone and old iron, a scent that clung to the wool of Elara’s cloak like a persistent ghost. She walked the cobbled streets with the steady, heavy gait of a woman who carried her exhaustion in her bones, not just her mind. The sun was barely up, casting long, jagged shadows across the market squares, but the streets were already...

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