The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The iron chain on the cell door clinks when the guard passes, a sound that vibrates in your teeth. You are Elias, thirty-two, and the King’s tower is a mouth that does not close. You want to buy Mara out of the debtors’ prison before the winter solstice. The debt is six hundred crowns, a sum that haunts your sleep like a phantom limb. The King suspects your magic, and the chain is the first...

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