The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The ink on the parchment was not black. It was the deep, bruised purple of a plum crushed under a heel. You held the scroll in your trembling hands, the edges fraying against your palms, feeling the rough texture of the beast’s skin beneath the fibers. This was the Mark. The only thing left of the thing you had slain, the only proof that the nightmare had a name, and therefore a limit. You...

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