The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The ledger lay open on the mahogany table, the ink still wet and glistening under the chandelier’s harsh light, and Elias Thorne counted the coins in his pocket for the third time, each piece cold and heavy against his palm as he weighed the cost of the silence in the room. He was forty-two years old, a merchant of rare spices whose name was spoken with a reverence that felt like a debt owed,...

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