The Distant Joke
The banquet hall of the city of Oria was not a place of food but of silence, a vast, circular chamber where the air hung thick with the scent of ozone and old blood, and where the Great Auditor, a figure of such geometric perfection that he seemed less like a man and more like a theorem made flesh, sat at the center of a table that stretched into the infinite dark. Here, the citizens of the...
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