The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain hit the windshield in a steady, gray sheet. Marcus Thorne did not blink. His hands were flat on the leather steering wheel, knuckles white, fingers rigid. The wipers slapped against the glass, a rhythmic, mechanical thumping that matched the beating of his heart. He was driving through the night, deep into the Appalachian foothills where the roads narrowed and the cell signal died. The...

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