The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The seal was wax, red as a fresh wound, pressed into the thick parchment in my left hand. My right hand gripped the reins, the leather slick with condensation that was not quite rain. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a border warden in the fog-choked valley of Oakhaven, and I have until dawn to deliver this letter to the magistrate. The opposing force is the local garrison, led by Colonel Vane,...

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