The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The gravel crunched under Elias Thorne’s boots as he crossed the courtyard of Blackwood Hall, the stone cold beneath his feet. He was thirty-two, a squire of little renown, and the weight of his ambition sat heavy on his chest. Lord Vane had issued the command that morning, his voice dry as parchment. Retrieve the Whispering Stone, Vane had said, standing by the window with his back to the...

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