The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The parchment was thin, brittle at the edges, and smelled faintly of vinegar and old iron, a scent that clung to the back of your throat as you unfolded it on the muddy path. It was a bill of lading, or perhaps a debt note, the ink faded to a bruised purple, listing the contents of a crate: *Three vials of marrow extract, one iron key, one life, paid in full.* You had carried this paper for six...

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