The Distant Joke
The pain begins in your left hand, specifically in the tendons that run from the wrist to the pinky finger, a sharp, electric burn that feels less like injury and more like a wire being pulled taut against the bone. You are standing in the Grand Hall of the Sterling Conservatory, a space of such oppressive, sterile grandeur that the air itself seems to hold its breath, thick with the scent of...
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