The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The hand that held the compass was not a hand but a memory of a hand, a phantom limb of brass and bone that ticked against the silence of the carriage, and Elias Thorne sat with it trembling in his lap as the rain lashed the glass in rhythmic, accusatory slaps that sounded like the applause of a crowd he could not see. He dreamed that he was walking on a bridge made of ice over a river of...

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