The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The mist in the valley of Oakhaven did not roll in so much as it bled from the stone, a thick, gray gauze that choked the light and swallowed the sound of footsteps. Silas stood before the High Council’s dais, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, terrifying weight of the binding he was attempting. His mother, Elara, lay in the infirmary three floors below, her spirit fraying...

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