The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The dream began, as it always did, with the sound of a hinge groaning against iron. It was not the sharp, metallic shriek of modern industry, but a low, resonant moan, like the voice of an old man shifting in his sleep. In the dream, Thomas Bradshaw stood before the great oak door of the High Court, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that...

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