The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain in London did not fall so much as it settled, a grey dust that clogged the pores of the skin and the gears of the city alike. Elias Thorne walked with a limp that had become his second name, the left leg dragging slightly behind the right in a rhythm that was less a step and more a surrender. He was a man of few words, which suited the era, for words in the Victorian underbelly were...

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