The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The soup was cold. It sat in the silver bowl, a grey, congealed thing that smelled of boiled cabbage and regret. Julian stared at it. He did not eat. He was seven years old, but he looked older, his eyes too large for his face, holding a weight that no child should have to carry. The Great Hall of the Ashworth Manor was empty, save for the dust motes dancing in the shafts of afternoon light....

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