The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The ledger showed four hundred and twelve days of labor, three hundred sacks of lime, and one empty space where the final spire stone was supposed to be. Elias Vane stood in the shadow of the unfinished tower, the damp cold of the November air seeping through his woolen tunic to chill the marrow of his bones, while the Guild Master, a man named Thorne whose breath smelled of stale ale and...

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