The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The road was red mud. It sucked at my boots. I walked. The sun was high. It burned my neck. I carried the staff. It was white wood. It was heavy. I had carried it for three days. My name is Elias. I am a scholar of the old laws. I know the words. I know the weights. I do not know the truth. But I carry the staff. It is the anchor. It is the key. It is the thing that keeps me from floating away...

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