The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The smell of burnt almonds hit me before the alarm did. It was thick, cloying, sitting on the back of my tongue like a bad penny. I woke up in the common room of St. Jude’s Asylum for the Mentally Infirm, my head pounding with a rhythm that matched the dripping of the broken pipe outside my window. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a keeper here. Or, rather, I was. The air in the building was...

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