The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The ink was black. It was the only color that mattered. Elias stood before the oak table. The grain of the wood looked like dry skin. He held the quill. His hand did not shake. It never shook anymore. Not since the Council took his sword. Not since they took his voice, though they left the tongue in his throat. You remember the dream, do you not? The dream where the walls were made of paper....

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