The Distant Joke
Chapter One Transfer Order 44-B: Personnel to be reassigned to static duty. Effective immediately. The paper smelled of damp chalk and old iron, a scent that clung to my fingers long after I had folded it into my coat pocket. I stood in the courtyard of the old granary, the rain slicking the flagstones until they looked like polished obsidian, and watched the guard at the gate laugh. He did not...
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