The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The iron gate stood ajar, a jagged mouth in the stone wall, breathing out the cold, damp scent of wet moss and old blood that clung to the courtyard like a second skin, and I stood there with my back to the door, my hand resting on the hilt of the sword that felt heavier than it had any right to be, knowing that the silence behind me was not empty but full of the held breath of men who had...

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