The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The light in the manor hall was the color of old pewter, thin and sharp as a knife’s edge, cutting through the dust that hung in the still air. Thomas stood before the high table, his hands trembling not from cold but from the weight of the silence that had settled over the room. Sir Aldous, the aging knight who had trained Thomas since the boy was seven, did not look up from the parchment he...

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