The Distant Joke

added blog Literature

2026-08-23 00:49:09 -

The Distant Joke

Thorne, you are late for the count. I woke with the sound of my name in my ear, not spoken by a mouth but by the stone itself, vibrating through the mattress springs. It was a premonition, or perhaps just the wind finding a new crack in the tower’s foundation. I sat up, my joints popping with the damp cold that seeped into the bones of this place, and looked at the clock. 0400. The border was...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews