The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The first thing you notice is the smell of rot, sharp and metallic, clinging to the air of the lower archives. You are Elias Thorne, a scribe of no rank, and your fingers are stained black with ink that does not wash off. Your mother, Elara, lies in the cold stone of her room above the palace, her breath shallow, her body wasting away like paper in a fire. She is dying, and the physicians have...

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