The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the corrugated tin roof of the station house, a steady, hollow rhythm that seemed to hollow out the bones of Sheriff Elias Thorne. He sat at his desk, the wood scarred by decades of coffee rings and ink spills. In front of him lay a single, white porcelain cup. It was empty, save for a residue of brown sludge, thick and bitter. This...

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