The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

In his left hand, Elias held a ledger bound in cracked leather, its spine stiff with the weight of unpaid debts. In his right, he gripped a chisel, the steel cold and dull against his palm. The Whispering Woods did not smell of pine or earth, but of wet meat and old blood, a stench that coated the back of his throat with a thick, ropy film. He was fifty years old, a scholar who had traded his...

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