The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The magistrate’s blood was still warm on Silas Vane’s knuckles when the last of the guards slumped into the mud. Silas did not check his sword. He checked the desk. The brass seal, the one that stamped the town’s authority into existence, was gone. He had come to kill the man who branded him a traitor, not to rob him, yet the weight of the missing metal sat in his gut like a swallowed stone....

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