The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The bone had been waiting for her. It lay in the center of the hearth, not as a relic of a meal, but as an object of terrible, quiet expectation. It was a femur, thick and white, stripped of flesh, polished by the smoke of a hundred winters until it gleamed like ivory. Elara stood before it, her hand hovering in the cold air, feeling the hum of the house pressing against her skin. The walls of...

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