The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the world outside the window into a watercolor smear of slate and mud. I sat in my office, the air thick with the smell of damp paper and the stale ozone of the heating vents, and I watched the droplets race down the glass like tiny, frantic souls trying to escape the precipice. My name is Elias Thorne, and I am an...

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