The Distant Joke
The question that haunted the corridors of the Guild was simple: how long can a man hold his breath before his lungs crack? Ali Naderi stood in the center of the archive room, the air heavy with decaying paper and the metallic tang of the old heating coils, and he knew the answer was running out. The roof of the workshop above the library had to be fixed before the first frost, a deadline...
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