The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The feast was a lie. It always was. They called it a feast because there was meat. They called it a feast because the ale was strong enough to burn the throat clean. But it was cold. The wind howled through the gaps in the timber walls of the great hall. It carried the scent of damp wool and old blood. Elias stood by the fire. He was a soldier. He had the hands of a soldier. The knuckles were...

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