The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The train cut through the gray November fog like a blade through wet wool. Arthur Vane sat by the window, watching the blurring fields of rural Kentucky slip past. He was a scholar of semiotics, a man who lived in the architecture of signs. His mind was a cold, sterile library. He carried a leather case against his chest. Inside lay the Astrolabe of Thessaly. It was a relic from his mentor’s...

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