The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The ink is still wet on the parchment, and you can smell the iron gall, that sharp, metallic scent that clings to the fingers of those who have spent their lives fighting for words that will not be heard. You are Thomas, and you are twenty-two, a scribe in the employ of Lord Ashworth, a man whose power is built not on gold but on the quiet, absolute control of the written record. Your hands are...

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