The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a sound, a low, grinding hum that seemed to rise from the bedrock of the city itself, shaking the dust from the eaves of the iron foundry and rattling the leaded panes of the window where Elias Thorne sat hunched over his ledger. It was a Tuesday in late October, the kind of day where the sky hung low and gray like a wet wool blanket, pressing down...

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