The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The Hollow was not a place, but a weight. It pressed against my sternum like a cold hand, a pressure that had no name in the old books and no cure in the new ones. I was fifty-two years old, and my heart, a muscle that had beaten through twenty years of service, now stuttered in my chest like a clock with a cracked gear. I stood in the antechamber of the King’s palace, the air thick with the...

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