The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey veil over the district of Old Harbor, blurring the line between the cobblestones and the wet slate roofs. Detective Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, his hand pressed against the cold brick wall, feeling the vibration of the storm outside. His left hand was wrong. It had been wrong for three days, ever since the incident at the...

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