The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The dream began with the taste of iron and wet wool. Elias Vane stood in a corridor that stretched back into a darkness so absolute it seemed to have weight. He was wearing his dress uniform, the buttons polished to a mirror shine, yet his hands were stained with grime that no amount of scrubbing could remove. He knew he was asleep, or perhaps waking, for the boundary between the two states had...

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