The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The train hissed to a halt in the gray morning, exhaling a plume of steam that smelled of sulfur and damp wool. Elias Thorne stepped down onto the platform, his boots crunching against the gravel that lined the tracks. He was a man of sixty winters, his face a topography of deep lines carved by decades of silence and heavy labor. In his hands, he held a leather satchel, worn smooth by time and...

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