The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The door clicked shut behind Elias Thorne. The sound was small. It was final. The train station smelled of coal dust and damp wool. He stood on the platform. The mist curled around his ankles. It was cold. It was quiet. He had come to leave. He had come to be gone. His hand rested on the bag. Inside, a glass bottle. It was heavy. It was cold against his palm. The glass was thick. It was green....

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