The Distant Joke
The rain fell in a thin, gray sheet over the town of Harrow Creek. It did not stop. It never stopped. It just changed its mind about how hard to hit the roof. Caleb Vane walked the muddy streets with a notebook in his hand. He was not a detective, not in the way the newspapers liked them. He did not wear a trench coat. He wore a wool sweater that had gone gray at the elbows. He was an...
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