The Distant Joke

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2026-08-18 19:44:27 -

The Distant Joke

The iron mask sat on the table before me. It was a heavy thing, cast from black steel, with eye holes so small they looked like pinpricks in a night sky. I had worn it for three years. It was the badge of my office, the Warden of the High Gate. Now it sat there, cold and still, while I sat in the shadows of the antechamber, waiting for the verdict that had not yet been spoken. The hall beyond...

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