The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain hit the slate roof like a handful of gravel. I was three steps from the door. Two. One. The handle was cold. I pulled. It wouldn't budge. I am Dr. Elias Thorne. I study the erosion of language in the medieval period. Or I did. Now I study the erosion of walls. Specifically, this one. The building is old. It smells of damp wool and old paper. It is the University Hall. It is not a...

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