The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The air in the vaulted sanctuary of the Iron Keep tasted of ozone and crushed thyme, a pungent, metallic sweetness that coated the back of your throat with the viscosity of old varnish, while the great hearth burned with a fire that was not quite fire, but a sustained, cold exhalation of blue energy that did not warm the stone but rather chilled the marrow of your bones to a state of...

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