The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The ink on the ledger did not merely dry; it wept. I stood in the center of the Oakhaven square, the cobblestones slick with the morning’s drizzle, while the Guild Master, a man whose face had long since forgotten the softness of mercy, pointed a bony finger at the book in my hands. The pages, bound in calfskin that had once been the color of honey, were now a map of black, bleeding stains,...

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