The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower quarter into a slick, treacherous mirror that reflected the grimy soot of the chimneys and the pale, sickly glow of the gas lamps. I walked with my head down, my hands tucked deep into the pockets of my coat, feeling the dampness seep through the wool and chill the bones of my fingers. The city was a beast that...

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