The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

You wake with the taste of iron and wet ash in your mouth, the dream of Mara’s cold hands still clinging to your fingers like a second skin. You are Elias, forty-two, a wandering bard in the mist-shrouded kingdom of Aethelgard, and your throat is tight with a cough that is not yours. It is hers. It has been hers for three months, a wasting rattle that eats her nights and steals the color from...

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