The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Elias. The name hung in the cold air of the great hall, spoken by the Duke’s steward with the flat, bored tone of a man reading a list of damaged goods. You turned. Your knees ached. They always ached when the stone floor was that cold, a dull, grinding pain that sat deep in the bone and refused to leave. You were forty-two years old, a knight-errant who had served the Duke for twenty years,...

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