The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The stone walls of the infirmary wept with condensation, a cold, damp breath that settled into the bones of every man who lingered there, and in the corner, Sergeant Elias Thorne sat rigid on a narrow cot, his hands wrapped around a chipped clay cup as if it were the only thing tethering him to the earth. He had not eaten in three days, nor had he spoken a word since the raid on the valley, his...

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