The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The stone did not break. It hummed, a low, resonant vibration that traveled up through Thomas’s boots and into the marrow of his shins. He stood in the center of the Great Hall, a cavern of blue twilight where the air tasted of ozone and old dust. Around him, the pillars were not carved from marble but grown from crystallized time, each one a frozen second of a day that had ended centuries...

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