The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The parchment lay on the stone table, its surface rough and fibrous, waiting to be defiled. Elias held the quill in his right hand, the feather trembling slightly against his skin. It was a fine instrument, carved from a crow’s wing, but it felt heavy, leaden in his grip. He looked at the vial of ink beside it. It was not ink. It was his own blood, drawn from the vein in his left forearm, which...

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