The Distant Joke
The glass had been singing for three days. It was a high, thin note, barely perceptible to the untrained ear, but to Elias Thorne, it was the loudest sound in the world. He sat in the back of the rickety carriage, his knees pressed against the seat in front of him, clutching the velvet-lined case that held the instrument. The carriage lurched over a pothole in the muddy road, and the glass in...
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