The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain fell in a steady, gray sheet over the ironworks, turning the cobblestones into a slick mirror of smoke and rust. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the platform, his coat soaked through to the skin, the wool heavy and cold against his ribs. He watched the train pull away, the whistle cutting a sharp, thin line through the damp air. He did not wave. There was nothing to wave at. The...

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