The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Elias. The name was spat out by the guard at the gate, a dry, brittle sound that cut through the low, persistent moan of the wind howling against the stone walls of Saint Jude’s fortress. You stood there, thirty-two years old and hollowed out by the road, clutching a cloak that was less a garment than a wound in the air. It was a heavy thing, woven of coarse wool that had once been black but...

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