The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The road was a ribbon of pale dust that unspooled into the fog, and Thomas Ashworth walked it with the steady, heavy tread of a man who had forgotten how to stop. He carried nothing but his uniform, the wool of it stiff with old sweat and the salt of the sea, and a small, iron-bound chest that he kept against his chest like a second heart. The village of Oakhaven lay behind him, a smear of grey...

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