The Distant Joke
You have walked for three days through the grey, unending rain that slicks the cobblestones of the old quarter, the mud of the road sucking at your boots with a wet, persistent hunger that seems to mirror the hollow ache in your chest, a pain you have carried for so long you have forgotten it was not always there. You are a scholar of the forgotten tongues, a keeper of the dusty archives in the...
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