The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The dream was always the same: a bowl of black broth, thick and viscous, tasting of old pennies and rust. Elias Thorne woke with the metallic tang still coating his tongue, the sheets twisted around his legs. He was forty-five, a man who had once held the chair of Comparative Linguistics at the university, now reduced to a shadow in the back offices of the Guild. He wanted one thing, and it was...

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