The Distant Joke
The train that carried Julian Vane away from the capital did not roar so much as it exhaled, a long, weary sigh of steam that hung in the pale October air like a ghost refusing to dissipate. He stood on the platform, a man whose spine seemed to have forgotten how to curve, holding a leather briefcase that contained not documents, but the weight of a decade’s silence. The university had called...
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