The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones of Veldt, a sound like the grinding of old bones, as Elias Thorne clutched the lead-lined case across his knees, feeling the rhythmic, feverish pulse of the orchid inside against his own failing heart. He was fifty-two, a age that in the rigid hierarchy of the High Chancellor’s court was indistinguishable from death, yet he arrived not as a...

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