The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The air in the High Court’s sub-basement archive was thick with the scent of decaying paper and the stale, metallic tang of old fear, a atmosphere that pressed against Elias Thorne’s lungs like a physical weight. He had been there for three hours, the candlelight flickering in the draft that seeped through the stone walls, illuminating only the corner of the desk where the deed to Oakhaven lay...

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