The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

I In the old barracks, the walls had a memory heavier than stone. Louis Hubert stood at the center of the feast, his uniform damp with sweat and cheap wine, waiting for the promotion that would secure Elise’s pension. The men laughed, a sound that bounced off the brick and returned to him twisted, a low hum that felt like a hand on his chest. He knew the Iron Echo. It repeated intent. When he...

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