The Distant Joke
The wax seal breaks with a sharp crack, releasing the scent of beeswax and dried blood. You press the parchment flat against the table, your thumb grinding the residue into the wood grain. The document is the King’s pardon, written in the cramped, hurried hand of the Chancellor. It names Julian Vane, scribe, and grants him freedom from the sentence of death for treason. You are Elias,...
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