The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The dream began with the sound of glass breaking. Not the sharp crack of a dropped cup, but a low, resonant hum, like a cello string snapping in a dark room. Elias woke with his heart hammering against his ribs. The air in the cellar was thick, stale, tasting of damp earth and old paper. He was not in his study. He was in the vault beneath the university library, a place he had not entered in...

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