The Distant Joke
The dream always began with the sound of breaking glass, not the shattering of a window or a mirror, but the delicate, high-pitched fracture of silver, a sound that vibrated in the teeth and settled in the marrow before the image resolved. Elias Thorne woke in the narrow cot of the mill dormitory, his body stiff with the cramp of sleep and the ache of labor, and for a long moment he lay still,...
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