The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The coat was not merely a garment but a second skin, a living architecture of dark wool and brass buttons that hummed with a frequency only the wearer could hear, a low, thrumming resonance that vibrated in the marrow of Thomas Bradshaw’s bones as he stood at the edge of the churning gray mist, watching the last of his family’s carriage disappear into the white void, the wheels sinking one by...

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