The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The ink was not merely a substance to be applied to parchment but a living thing, a viscous black sludge that smelled of burnt iron and old blood, and it was this specific, pungent scent that had first drawn the boy, Silas, into the cellar of the Old Man’s house, where the air hung thick and still, pressing against his skin like a heavy wool blanket, and where the single tallow candle flickered...

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