The Distant Joke

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2026-08-18 04:40:54 -

The Distant Joke

The heavy oak desk in the center of the room felt like a altar, polished to a dull, lifeless shine by decades of hands that had not bled. Arthur Penhaligon sat behind it, his fingers resting on a ceramic figurine of a horse. It was a small, blue thing, glazed with a glaze that had chipped at the hooves, revealing the raw, white clay beneath. He had found it in the archives three days ago,...

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