The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The air in the East Wing tasted of copper and wet rot, a smell that clung to the back of the throat like a bad penny. "You left the door unlocked again, Mara." The voice was low, coming from the shadows of the corridor. I did not turn. I knew it was Elias, the night orderly, his footsteps soft on the linoleum. I tightened my grip on the lantern, the glass sweating in my palm. "It was a draft,"...

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