The Distant Joke
The ledger sat open on the oak table, its pages heavy with the weight of forty years of ink, and Elias Thorne counted the remaining lines of the *Codex Aeterna* with a finger that trembled not from age, but from the specific, grinding exhaustion of a man who had been writing the same truth for too long. He was fifty-four, a number that felt less like a milestone and more like a debt coming due,...
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