The Distant Joke
The first thing you notice about the artifact is not its beauty, but its weight, a dense, cold gravity that seems to pull at the fabric of your reality as you lift it from the mud of the riverbank. It is a ceramic vessel, glazed in a shade of blue so deep it appears to be a hole in the sky, and you hold it with a reverence that feels almost profane in this grey, rain-slicked wilderness. You are...
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