The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The ink bled. It seeped into the parchment. Not just any parchment. This was the skin of the world. Aurora held the quill. Her hand shook. The letters formed. They were not words. They were scars. She looked up. The room was not a room. It was a void. Grey. Infinite. Hanging in the air. Dust motes. Frozen. Time had stopped. Or perhaps it had never started. She was the only thing moving. The...

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