The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Chapter One The harbor chains clanged in the thin, hard light of the Burren, a sound that cut through the damp air of the shared kitchen where I sat, twelve years old and shivering. My father, the High Priest of the Silent Bell, pressed his cold hand to my forehead, his breath smelling of antiseptic and old stone. He held the jade seal, now cracked down the middle, and his eyes were hollow pits...

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