The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The air in the Great Hall of Ashworth Manor did not merely smell of roasted pheasant and aged port; it tasted of the iron-rich soil from which the estate’s power had been tilled, a heavy, metallic tang that coated the back of the throat and settled in the lungs like fine, invisible dust. It was a Friday, the kind of damp, grey, late-autumn Friday where the light through the stained-glass...

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