The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The count was precise: three hundred and twelve steps up the scree, four hundred and eight down, and exactly one handful of blood on my left cuff. I had been tracking the smugglers for six weeks, and the cough had started three days ago, a dry rattle that I ignored until it turned wet and hot. Now, standing on the ridge above the Kestrel Pass, I watched the snow fall in heavy, wet clumps, each...

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