The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The iron gates of the Blackwood Foundry did not open; they dissolved. One moment, the heavy rusted bars stood against the gray morning, smelling of wet coal and old rain. The next, they were a haze of smoke, and I stepped through into the heart of the machine. I held the ledger in my left hand. It was not paper. It was a slab of polished obsidian, cold enough to burn my skin, etched with names...

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