The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The salt burns. It is the first thing you feel. Not the cold of the iron, not the weight of the chains, but the sharp, white sting of the brine in the cut of your palm. You do not flinch. You have learned that flinching is a language they understand, a signal that the soul is still tethered to the flesh, that the pain is real and therefore you are weak. So you stand in the center of the Hall of...

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