The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The road to Blackwood Manor was a rib of mud exposed by the autumn rain. Thomas walked it. His boots were heavy. The leather had split at the toes. He did not care. The rain fell in thin needles. It pricked his face. It pricked the earth. It pricked the silence that followed him. Thomas was a man of iron. Or he had been. Now he was rust. He carried a sword on his back. It was old. The steel was...

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