The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain against the windowpane was a relentless, rhythmic tapping, a sound that had become the only clock in the room. Elias Thorne sat in the high-backed chair, his posture rigid as a board, his eyes fixed on the object resting on the desk before him. It was a compass, or what had once been a compass. The brass casing was dull, pitted by decades of handling, the glass face cracked in a web of...

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