The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The ink was bleeding, not spreading, as if the parchment were a living thing rejecting the fluid, and Elias Thorne watched the letters of the *Codex Aeterna* dissolve into a black, viscous sludge that smelled of wet earth and old blood. His hands, which had not trembled in thirty years of service to the High Court, shook violently now, the early palsy of age striking with the sudden, cruel...

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