The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain against the glass of the infirmary window was not a sound so much as a texture, a relentless, wet friction that scraped against the silence of the room. Silas Thorne sat in the corner, his back against the cold brick, his hands resting on his knees. They were large hands, weathered by the wind of the moors and the callus of the trade, but they trembled now with a fine, rhythmic...

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