The Distant Joke
Elias, you’re late again, and the ledger does not care for your hunger. The voice of Silas Vane, the mill owner, cuts through the damp air of the office like a shearing knife, flat and bureaucratic, stripping away the last shred of the boy’s dignity before he has even set down his satchel. Elias stands in the doorway, twelve years old but carrying the hollowed-out weight of a man who has been...
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