The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue and the sound of rain hammering the tin roof of the carriage, a rhythmic, metallic drumming that seemed to vibrate through my very bones. The darkness was absolute, save for the faint, sickly glow of the lantern swaying in the corner, casting long, distorted shadows that danced like restless ghosts against the wooden slats. I am Thomas Ashworth, or at...

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