The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that turned the neon signs of the lower district into smears of bleeding color on the wet asphalt, and within this damp, clinging atmosphere, Elias Thorne moved with the deliberate, heavy gait of a man carrying a burden that had long since fused with his spine, his eyes fixed not on the people who hurried past him...

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