The Distant Joke
The iron tongs slipped from your grip and clattered against the stone floor, the sharp ring of metal on rock echoing in the silence of the square, and you did not pick them up because your hands were too full of mud, too full of the shock that the boundary stone was being dragged across the earth by three men in black cloaks. The stone, which had stood at the edge of the river for three...
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