The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

You are kneeling in the mud of the great hall, the rain hammering against the stained-glass windows with a violence that feels less like weather and more like the judgment of a god who has forgotten his name, while the weight of your own breath, ragged and shallow, is the only thing tethering you to the physical world, the only thing preventing you from dissolving into the damp stone floor and...

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