The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The fog in the valley of Ashdown was not merely weather; it was a living, breathing thing, a thick woolen blanket that smothered the stone walls and silenced the birds, leaving only the wet, rhythmic dripping of condensation from the eaves of the Guildhall. I sat alone in my office, the heavy oak desk before me cold to the touch, the air smelling of damp paper and the faint, metallic tang of...

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