The Distant Joke
The departure of the King’s Physician, Lord Valerius, was marked not by a trumpet blast or a tearful farewell, but by the quiet, decisive closing of the heavy oak doors behind him, a sound that seemed to swallow the remaining echo of the throne room. It was a departure that tasted of dried herbs and cold iron, a flavor that lingered on the tongue long after the scent of his expensive, aromatic...
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