The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Act I "You’re wasting the tincture, Faye." The voice was wet, thick with the damp that had soaked into the plaster of the old manor house. Faye Ledbetter did not look up from the vial in her hand. The liquid inside was a deep, bruised green, the only color left in the room since the lights had flickered out an hour ago. She was thirty-four, and her hands, usually steady enough to stitch a wound...

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