The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain in Harrowgate did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors for the gas lamps that flickered like dying embers. Elias Vane stood on the corner of Blackfriars Lane, his collar turned up against the damp, watching the steam rise from a manhole cover. He was a man composed of quiet angles and old scars, a private investigator who had...

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