The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The fog did not lift. It thickened, a grey wool spun tight against the window glass of the train car. Arthur Vane stood by the door, his coat buttoned to the throat, watching the tracks blur into a rhythmic stutter. He was a man who measured his life in debts, both financial and moral, and the current balance was insolvency. Beside him, Clara held a small, brass instrument, a tuning fork,...

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