The Distant Joke
Chapter One "Requisition for demolition of the Aethelgard staff quarters. Estimate: twelve pounds, four shillings." Gladys Barlow read the telegram twice, the paper gritty against her fingertips, then looked up at the High Warden. The air in the tower was heavy with wet limestone and old dust. She was forty years old, and her hands shook, not from fear, but from the strain of holding the walls...
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