The Distant Joke
The road into the valley of St. Jude was not merely a path but a wound in the earth, a ribbon of red clay that stretched out from the jagged teeth of the northern mountains like a vein of blood draining from a body long dead, and it was along this scar that Silas Vane, the last of the Inquisitors of the Pale Court, walked with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man who has carried the weight of...
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