The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Elias, you’re bleeding again. The voice came from the door of the watchtower, sharp and thin as a wire. I did not turn around. I kept my eyes on the staff, the iron rod that rested against my shoulder, its head cold enough to burn the skin. The blood was not coming from my arm. It was seeping from the wood of the tower itself, a dark sap that smelled of rust and old iron. I am Elias. I am...

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