The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Chapter One Did the ink ever truly know what we intended, or did it only reflect the shape of our fear? I ask this because the light in the scriptorium was failing, and the shadows of the olive branches outside were stretching across my desk like long, thin fingers. I am Manuel Herrera, thirty-four years old, a scribe bound to the estate of the Valverde clan by a debt of labor that has no end...

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