The Distant Joke
The oak tree stood in the center of the courtyard, its roots gripping the ancient stone floor with a tenacity that defied the crumbling architecture surrounding it, a living monument to a time when the world was younger and the stars were closer, and it was there, beneath its sprawling boughs that whispered secrets in a language no one in the guild hall could understand, that Thomas Bradshaw...
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