The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The cold is not merely a temperature but a living thing, a white, silent predator that has gnawed at the edges of your sanity until your memories have become brittle and prone to shattering. You are Silas, a border warden of the Northern Reach, and you are dying, though the process is slower than the knife and more thorough than the frost. You want the bread. You want it with a desperation that...

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