The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Thorne. The name hung in the damp air, spoken by no one, yet felt as a physical weight on his shoulders. Elias Thorne did not turn. He stood in the mud of the valley, the rain slicking his uniform until it clung to him like a second, colder skin. In his left hand, he clutched a torn letter from Clara, the paper soft and ruined by the weather and his own trembling grip. The command had sent him...

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