The Distant Joke
The ledger had three hundred and twelve pages, and Arthur had counted them twice. The paper was heavy, thick with the weight of ink that had not yet dried, and the smell of it clogged the back of his throat. He sat in the corner of the High Chamber, a room that smelled of damp stone and old fear, while the Iron King paced the length of the marble floor. The King’s boots struck the ground with a...
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