The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain had been falling on the city for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the streets into shallow rivers of mud and broken glass. In the basement of the old textile mill on 4th Street, where the air tasted of damp wool and centuries of accumulated dust, Elias Thorne sat before a table that was more rot than wood. He was a man who had worn his skin like a coat that no longer...

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