The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the cobblestones of the city of Oakhaven, turning the ancient flagstones into a mirror of murky, swirling grey. It was the hour when the city held its breath, that liminal time between the dying of the day and the birth of the night, when the shadows stretched long and thin across the narrow, winding streets. Thomas...

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