The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The iron seal was cold, a heavy, circular disc of metal that bit into the palm of Sir Kaelen’s hand, its edges worn smooth by years of bureaucratic handling and now roughened by the rust of the river mud. It was the only thing he possessed that carried weight, a physical anchor in a world that had turned to vapor and fog. He stood before the crumbling gate of Oakhaven, the stone pitted by rain...

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