The Distant Joke
The seal cracked under the weight of my thumb, a small, brittle sound that echoed in the hollow silence of the library, where the dust motes danced in the single beam of moonlight piercing the heavy velvet curtains, and I held the parchment that contained not the accusation of treason I had been sent to find, but a confession of love so raw and unadorned that it felt less like a document and...
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