The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The scribe’s name was called out in the thin, reedy light of dawn, a summons that cut through the haze of Elias’s sleep with the sharpness of a flint strike. He was lying on the cold stone floor of his quarters, the dust of the siege settling into the creases of his tunic, when the voice of the camp steward reached him, demanding he rise to inspect the cistern. Elias had dreamed of a golden...

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