The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The coat was brown. It had been red once, or so they said. Now it was the color of dried blood, of old mud, of the dust that settled on the ledges of the shop. Elias Thorne stood before the mirror. He did not like the face staring back. It was a hard face. A merchant’s face. He adjusted the collar. The fabric was thin. It wore at the elbows. It wore at the cuffs. It wore where the spine bent....

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