The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The air in the tavern did not smell of ale or roasted mutton but of wet wool, coal smoke, and the metallic tang of blood that had been scrubbed too many times from the floorboards, a scent that had seeped into the very grain of the wood over the last decade of service, binding the souls of the men who drank there to the place as surely as iron tethers hold a ship in a storm. Thomas Bradshaw sat...

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