The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The air in the antechamber tasted of ozone and old paper, a dry, electric charge that made the hairs on Elias Thorne’s arms stand at rigid attention. He stood before the High Inquisitor, a man whose face was carved from the same grey stone as the walls, and waited for the verdict that would end his life. The Inquisitor did not look at him; he stared into the middle distance, his lips moving in...

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