The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The wind did not howl; it screeched, a thin, high-pitched sound that seemed to come from the very bones of the moor. You stood at the edge of the village, your boots sinking into the wet peat, and you waited for the boy. The astrolabe hung at your hip, its brass surface cold against your leg, the crack running through the center like a vein of dried blood. You had walked for three days to reach...

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