The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

"Don't write it." The voice was old, dry as parchment, and it came from the shadows behind the oak desk. You did not turn. You were Elias, thirty-two, and your hand was already moving, the quill scratching against the heavy, cream-colored vellum. The inkwell sat before you, a black pool that seemed to breathe, expanding and contracting with a slow, viscous rhythm. You needed the Royal Decree...

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