The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The ink had dried on the parchment, but the stain remained, a dark, permanent bruise on the surface of the oak desk. Elias Thorne sat in the dim light of the scriptorium, his fingers resting on the cold wood, feeling the grain shift beneath his skin like the slow, grinding tectonic plates of a world that was ending. He was a man of words, a keeper of the lexicon, yet he could not find the word...

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