The Distant Joke
The departure was not marked by a shout or a wave, but by the slow, deliberate closing of the heavy oak door at the bottom of the grand staircase, a sound that echoed like a dull thud against the ribcage of the house, sealing the world outside away from the sterile, dust-mote-filled air within. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the drawing room, his back to the door, watching the shadows...
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