The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The ink had dried for three years, yet the stain on the leather binding of the journal pulsed with a faint, arterial warmth. Elias Thorne sat in the center of the library, a room so vast and silent it felt less like a house and more like a mausoleum for memory. The fire in the grate had burned down to a bed of grey ash, offering only the ghost of heat against the November chill that seeped...

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