The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The blue light in the hearth did not flicker; it pulsed, a slow, rhythmic throb that illuminated the dust motes dancing above the mahogany table. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the room, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the familiar, cold weight of the anomaly humming in his bones. Around him, the guests of Silas Vane laughed, their voices sharp and bright against the low,...

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