The Distant Joke
The frost had not yet taken the highlands, but it had taken the silence. Elias stood at the edge of the pine forest, the leather-bound ledger tucked against his chest like a second heart. He was twelve, but his hands were the hands of a man who had learned to carry weight before he learned to carry hope. The book was his father’s, a wandering scribe’s tool for recording debts and contracts, but...
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