The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The mud is red. It is thick and wet and smells of iron and old rain. You are standing in it. Your boots are sunk to the ankle. The air tastes of copper. You are the Warden of the Gate. This is your name in the ledger. Your face is not in the ledger. Your body is the ledger. The town of Oakhaven is dead. The roofs are black. The windows are empty holes in the walls. The war came three nights...

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