The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The notice was pinned to the oak door of the Guild Hall, the paper damp and curling at the edges where the morning fog had seeped in, and Elias Vane stood before it with his hands clenched so tightly the knuckles turned white, reading the same three lines for the fourth time. Denied. Below his name, in the Master’s cramped, angular script, was the reason: *Taint of the relic. Hands unclean....

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