The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The sky above the ridge of Blackwood Hollow did not darken so much as it bled. A bruised purple swollen in the west, pressing down on the jagged teeth of the pine forest, signaled a storm that had been waiting for days to break. Elias Thorne sat on the edge of the precipice, his boots dangling over the abyss, watching the wind strip the leaves from the dead oaks. He was a man made of hard...

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