The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The cold came first, a damp chill that settled into the joints before the light did, and then there was the voice, low and rough with sleep, calling my name from the doorway of the watchtower where the wind usually howled like a wounded dog. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a sworn warden of the Oakhaven Watch, and I want to survive the winter solstice to keep my oath to the village, though the...

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