The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain fell on the cobblestones of Blackwood, a city that smelled of wet iron and coal dust. It was a gray November evening, the kind that seeped into the bones and stayed there. Elias Thorne stood under the awning of a shuttered bakery, watching the street. He was a large man, broad-shouldered and quiet, with eyes that held the weight of things he had not yet said. He wore a long coat, the...

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