The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The banquet hall in the old manor was a cavern of dust and dying light, where the chandeliers hung like skeletal hands reaching for a ceiling that had long since forgotten how to hold them. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the table, a man whose face was a map of weary lines, his eyes fixed on the center of the room where the last of the guests had already slipped away into the night. He was...

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