The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The damp in the barracks of the Iron Guard did not merely settle on the stone walls; it seeped into the marrow, a cold, wet weight that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth before he felt it in his bones. He sat on the edge of his cot, the wool blanket pulled tight around his shoulders, and stared at his left hand. The rot was there, a network of black veins pulsing beneath the skin, creeping past...

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