The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The letter was thick, cream-colored, and smelled of iron filings. Elias Vane held it in his gloved hands, the paper trembling not from cold but from the weight of the seal pressed into the wax: a greyhound swallowing a star. He had spent thirty years as a warden of the mist-shrouded valley of Aethelgard, keeping the peace between the living and the things that lingered at the edge of sight, and...

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