The Distant Joke
Act I "You think I’m mad, don’t you, Kael? You think the Veil is just a story we tell to keep the workers quiet." I heard the click of the door latch before I saw him, the sound sharp as a bone breaking in the silence of the observatory office, where the midnight air hung heavy with ozone and old paper. I was Salvador Guzmán, thirty-two, a Warden of the Veil, and I wanted the Silver Mantle back...
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