The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain fell on the slate roof of the county courthouse. It was a cold, industrial drizzle. It smelled of wet stone and old coal. Elias Thorne stood in the alley behind the building. He wore a gray coat. The wool was thin. It had worn soft at the elbows. The fabric looked like skin. It stretched over his ribs. He was not a man of many words. He was a man of looking. He looked at the drainpipe....

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