The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The parchment was brittle, the ink faded to the color of dried blood, but the seal was intact. Sir Aldric held the writ in his gloved hands, the wax cracking slightly under the pressure of his thumb. It was a simple document, a demand for the return of the keep of Blackwater, stripped of its former glory and occupied by a shadow that had no name. He had spent three years wandering the northern...

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