The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The iron key bit into the wood of the monastery door, the metal cold against Elias Thorne’s palm, a chill that seemed to travel up his arm and settle in the marrow of his wrist. He was fifty years old, a scholar who had traded his books for a rusted sword and a heavy coat, seeking the lost Codex of Aethelgard not for glory, but to settle the crushing debt of his brother, a debt that had...

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