The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Thorne. The word was not shouted, but it cut through the damp air of the corridor with the precision of a scalpel, spoken by the Royal Surgeon, a man whose voice had the dry, frictionless quality of a file sliding over bone. I was on my knees, my hands still stained with the green residue of feverfew, when the door to the sickroom swung open and the cold of the hallway rushed in to meet the...

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