The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The vial in Elias Thorne’s hand was not clear, a fact that hung in the air of the throne room like a suspended blade. He stood before the dais, his hands trembling not from age, but from the sheer weight of the King’s gaze, which was fixed upon the clouded liquid within the glass. The Prince, pale and hollow-cheeked, lay in a chamber up the east stair, his breath a wet, rattling thing that...

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