The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The ink was dry. That was the only thing that mattered. The black mark on the parchment sat there, a small, perfect circle of void. It did not fade. It did not smudge. It waited. I sat in the chair, my legs stiff from the long journey, my boots muddy with the red clay of the valley we had crossed three days prior. The room was small. Stone walls. A single window. The light was gray. Outside,...

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