The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The fog in Blackwood Mill did not rise; it sat. It was a heavy, woolen thing that pressed against the windowpanes of Elias Thorne’s study, muffling the world beyond the glass into a gray, silent void. Elias sat in his high-backed chair, the leather cracked and pale as old skin, and watched the dust motes dance in the single shaft of light that pierced the gloom. He was a man of few words, a...

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