The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Your hand is already moving. The quill scrapes against the vellum, a dry, rasping sound that fills the small, candlelit room. You are copying a ledger. It is a boring task, a test of patience designed by the High Inquisitor, a man who has watched you for ten years and never once looked at you with anything other than cold, bureaucratic disinterest. The ink is black, standard issue, mixed with...

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