The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Aldric, the door is barred, and the Inquisitor will not see you until the light has died. The guard’s voice was flat, stripped of courtesy, echoing in the stone corridor that smelled of damp wool and stale tallow. I stood there, my hands raw against the iron ring of the handle, feeling the cold seep through the leather of my gauntlets. It was the fourth of December, 1348, and the winter had set...

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