The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the courtyard of the University into a grey, sucking mire that swallowed the boots of the students who hurried to the faculty building. Arthur Pendelton stood in the doorway of the lecture hall, holding a brass key in his left hand and a folded letter in his right. His right hand trembled. Not from the cold, which was a dry, piercing thing that...

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