The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The mist in Oakhaven did not merely obscure the world; it swallowed it, a thick, grey wool that muffled the sound of the village square until Silas Thorne’s voice had to be shouted to carry over the heads of the gathered townsfolk. He stood before Elder Alistair Vane, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the terrible weight of the iron-bound ledger he clutched against his chest, a book...

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