The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Chapter One "You are late, Elvira," Lord Vane said, not looking up from the ledger, "and the ink is already drying in your well." Elvira Lancia stood in the doorway of the staff room, her hands trembling against the cold stone frame. It was the fourth of November, and the canal water outside was black and sluggish, choked with the ice that had formed overnight. She was thirty-two, a court...

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