The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Esther Pell ground the moon-orchid root against the slate, the stone gritty under her fingernails, her hands shaking from the cold damp of the cellar. The smell was wet and metallic, like old blood in a copper basin, and it began to eat the edges of her mind. She had been at this for three days, three days since the Chief Physician, a man with ink-stained cuffs and a voice like dry leaves, had...

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