The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The gate of the Abbey of St. Jude did not stand so much as it loomed, a monolith of grey stone that seemed to swallow the light of the autumn afternoon. Elias, forty years old and worn thin by a decade of wandering, stood before it with a lever of iron in his hand, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. He was a scholar of sorts, though the title had long since ceased to mean anything to the...

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