The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The Duke’s steward, a man named Thorne whose breath smelled of stale wine and authority, had called my name three times before I answered. He stood in the doorway of the scriptorium, his shadow falling across the desk like a wet cloth. "Elias," he said, and the word hung in the cold air, heavy with the weight of my debt. "You are to transcribe the Book of Whispers. The ink is supplied. The...

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