The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The storm broke the glass. Not a single shard, but a curtain of crystal that fell across the marble floor of the Grand Hall. It rang out like a funeral bell. Silas watched the light fracture. He did not blink. He stood in the center of the ruin, a man made of exile and salt. The air smelled of ozone and wet stone. Outside, the wind howled, a beast denied its meal. Silas was not a king. He was...

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