The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The ink was still wet on the ledger when the sky above the valley of Ashwood began to tear open, not with the violent rupture of thunder, but with the slow, agonizing unraveling of a silk thread pulled too tight, revealing beneath the familiar gray of the autumn afternoon a churning, nebulous purple that did not belong to any celestial map Arthur Penhaligon had ever studied in the quiet,...

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