The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, grey curtain that smelled of wet iron and old rot, blurring the edges of the world until the horizon was merely a suggestion, a faint line where the mud met the mist. Thomas Ashworth walked through it, his boots sinking deep into the slurry of the road, each step a deliberate act of defiance against the pull of the earth, for he was...

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