The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The summons lay on the wet cobblestones, a slip of parchment stained with mud and the red rust of the city’s iron gates. Thomas Ashworth picked it up, his fingers numb from the damp. The ink was smudged, but the words were clear enough: *Report to the Guild Hall. Immediate. Concerning the Ghost.* He tucked the paper into his tunic, near his heart where the cold could not reach it, and began the...

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