The Distant Joke
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the old quarter into a mirror that reflected the gray, weeping sky with a fidelity that felt less like physics and more like a haunting, and in this wet, suspended reality, Dr. Arthur Vane sat in the library of the university, surrounded by the dust of centuries and the smell of decaying paper, his eyes fixed not on the text...
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