The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The train hissed to a halt at Ashworth Station. The air was thick with coal smoke and the smell of wet wool. I stepped onto the platform. My boots were heavy. They were wet. I carried a leather case. It was tight against my hip. Inside, the glass was broken. My name is Silas. I am not what you expect. I am a watcher. I am a keeper of edges. For three years, I have followed the fracture. It is a...

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