The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey mist that smelled of wet stone and old blood, a thick and heavy presence that pressed against the skin of Thomas Ashworth as he walked the cobblestone streets of the village which had no name on any map but which the people called the End, for it was the end of the road, the end of the law, and the end of the world as they...

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