The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The mist in the Hollow did not rise; it pooled, thick as milk, clinging to the ankles of those who walked through it. Elian, twelve years old and sharp-featured, felt the damp seep into his boots, a cold that had nothing to do with the weather. He was looking for a shadow. Not his own, which lay thin and translucent beneath his feet, barely a smudge of gray on the pale stone path, but the one...

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