The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Thorne. The name was spat out by the wind, or perhaps by the silence of the tower, but Elias Thorne heard it as a summons. He stood in the watchtower, the iron railing biting into his gloves, and looked down at the frozen valley where the garrison sat like a tumor on the hillside. He was thirty-four years old, and he had twelve years of service to his name, a number that was supposed to mean...

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