The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

In the dream, the walls of the fortress were made of compressed ash, a grey dust that tasted of iron and old rain. Elias stood at the center of the keep, his hands bound by ropes that seemed to grow from his own skin. He was a warden, a keeper of the perimeter, but in this sleep-state, the perimeter was everywhere, a suffocating circle of stone that closed in on the breath in his lungs. He...

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