The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The fog did not so much enter the valley of Harrowgate as it settled upon it, a thick, gray wool that erased the horizon and reduced the world to a damp, breathing circumference of perhaps fifty yards. In this suspended stillness, Elias Thorne sat alone in the center of his stone chamber, the air around him tasting of wet slate and old iron. He was a man carved from the same material as the...

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