The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain fell like hammered iron against the shield of Aldric Vane. He stood in the mud, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps that misted in the cold air. The fortress of Oakhaven loomed behind him, its stones slick and black. It was a place of high walls and low light, a building that seemed to drink the moonlight. The air smelled of wet wool, old blood, and the metallic tang of fear....

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