The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain fell on the ironworks with the persistence of a debt that could not be paid. It slicked the cobblestones of Harrowgate, turning the street into a mirror of soot and grey sky, where the reflections of the chimneys swayed like mourners at a funeral. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the foundry, his hands bound in rough canvas that had long since rotted into the skin of his wrists. He...

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