The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth and the weight of the corridor pressing against my eyelids. The gas lamps flickered. They always flickered in the Hall. The stone walls were cold to the touch, damp with the breath of centuries. I was in my office. Or what passed for one. A small, windowless room at the end of the North Wing. The books lined the shelves like silent sentinels, their...

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