The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The candlelight in the Guildhall flickers against the vaulted ceiling, casting long, trembling shadows across the polished oak table where the new charter lies open, its pages heavy with the weight of forty years of accumulated tradition and the fragile hope of renewal. You are Elias Thorne, and your hands, stained with the black grease of the burin and the red dust of the lapping stone, hover...

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