The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The mist in the courtyard of the Iron Spire did not behave like weather; it behaved like a lung. It expanded and contracted against the ancient, porous stone, a rhythmic heaving that Elias Thorne had learned to time his breathing against. He stood alone in the center of the quadrangle, his boots sinking slightly into the damp moss that grew in the cracks of the flagstones. At forty-five, Elias...

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