The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that erased the horizon outside the workshop windows. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and heated metal, a sterile sharpness that cut through the lingering smell of the old leather chairs. Elias Thorne sat at his bench, his hands steady as stone, though his mind was a storm of fractured thoughts. He was a man of...

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