The Distant Joke
"Come here, Elias. Come here, you stubborn, bleeding fool." The voice did not come from the alchemist’s mouth but from the iron-studded door, vibrating through the linoleum floor and up into the soles of your boots as you stood in the center of the workshop, the air thick with the smell of sulfur and old pennies, a scent that had seeped into the very wallpaper of this valley for so long that...
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