The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The vial was cold in my hand, heavier than glass should be. I watched Vane sign my wage slip, the quill scratching like a rat in the walls. He did not look up. His cuff was stained black, a smear that seemed to pulse in the gaslight. I knew what it was. I had seen it on the Guild’s forbidden ledgers, the Ink of Truth, a fluid that burned the skin and revealed the hidden debts of the soul. My...

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