The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Act I Concepcion Bermudez stood before the Inquisitor, his knuckles white against the edge of the oak desk, demanding the release of his brother while the air hummed with the uncanny property of ink that binds truth to skin. He was thirty-two, a scribe whose hands were stained permanently violet from the reed pens he used to copy parish records, and he believed his cleverness would outmaneuver...

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