The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The hand was cold. It lay on the slate table, fingers curled like dried roots, the skin translucent and mapped with blue veins. Silas Wren did not touch it. He stood in the center of the circular chamber, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and ancient dust, his eyes fixed on the corpse’s left palm. There, etched into the flesh in a script that predated the kingdom by a thousand years,...

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