The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain slicked the cobblestones of Oakhaven, turning the street into a dark mirror. Elias Thorne stood alone on the bridge. He held his hat in his left hand. His right hand rested on the hilt of his service pistol. The iron was cold. It bit through the leather of his glove. He was the town’s constable. Or he had been. Now he was a man waiting. The town slept. The windows were dark, save for...

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