The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The train cut through the gray moors of the northern highlands, a steel serpent slithering over the bones of the earth. I sat by the window, watching the fog dissolve into the iron lattice of the passing world. In my lap lay a leather-bound case, heavy with a weight that seemed to pull at my soul as much as my spine. It held the chronometer of Julian Vane. It was not a precious object in the...

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