The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The guard’s voice cracked through the damp air of the corridor, sharp and final, calling your name as if it were a diagnosis of a disease you could not cure. Elias Thorne, you were told, your reputation is a wound that will not close, and you stood there in the shadow of the High Chancellor’s office, feeling the weight of the gold coins in your pocket like stones that would crush your lungs....

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