The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The dream came again, as it had for three nights, thick and black as molten ink. Sir Aldric woke with the taste of iron on his tongue, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. In the dream, his infant son Thomas lay in a cradle of white bone, a black, pulsing root pressed to his lips, the child’s veins darkening in real-time until his blood turned to sludge. Aldric threw off...

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