The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The wind screams. You grip the hilt. Iron bites into your palm. Cold. Sharp. Real. Ahead, the fog rolls in. Thick. White. Silent. You are a child. Small. Shivering. But you hold the sword. It is too heavy. It drags at your arm. The weight is a promise. A debt. You know the rules. You know the code. You have studied the manuals. The syntax of survival. The logic of the hunt. You are not just a...

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