The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Maire Rafferty’s fingers were already stained with the black ink when the Chancellor’s footman arrived, the leather strap of the execution order cracking in the cold air. The Seal of Silence on Maire’s palm pulsed a dull, sickly amber, a light that had no source but the skin itself, and the scribe wiped the ink from his thumb, watching the wet smear fade into the grain of the wood. He was a...

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