The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The gates were sealed, Silas. Do you hear me? The iron is cold, but the lock is warm with the Arbiter’s breath. Silas Vane stood in the center of the burning archive, the smoke stinging his eyes, the heat pressing against his skin like a heavy wool blanket. In his hand, he gripped the obsidian shard, a jagged piece of volcanic glass that hummed with a low, vibrating frequency. It burned his...

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