The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The fever broke not with a shudder but with a slow, viscous drip of black sap that smelled of burnt sugar and old pennies, filling the air of the small, drafty kitchen in the farmhouse on the edge of the Nebraska prairie where the wind howled like a wounded dog against the single pane of glass. Thomas Whitmore, a man whose uniform had begun to look less like authority and more like a shroud...

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