The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The fog lay thick upon the valley, a white shroud that smothered the spires of the university. It smelled of wet stone and old ink. Elias Thorne stood at his desk, the wood worn smooth by decades of hands that trembled when they held a pen. He was a man of letters, of quiet dignity, of a mind that sought order in the chaos of history. But order was a luxury the Regency demanded less and less...

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