The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that clung to Sir Kaelen’s armor and turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into slick, black mirrors. He stood before the Obsidian Spire, a structure that seemed less built than grown, its walls of polished black stone rising from the earth with a silence that felt heavy, almost suffocating, pressing against his eardrums...

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