The Distant Joke
The snow had not stopped for three days, but the wind had changed its mind, settling into a low, mournful moan that rattled the leaded windows of the High Court until the glass hummed like a plucked harp string, a sound that Dr. Elias Thorne, the youngest clerk in the history of the Department of Historical Antiquities, found to be a physical weight pressing against his temples, a dull ache...
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