The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The carriage wheels ground against the gravel drive of Blackwood Manor, a sound like teeth grinding in a fever, as Elias Thorne stepped down onto the wet earth with his leather satchel of tools clutched tight against his chest. He was forty years old, a man whose hands had spent the last two decades coaxing time from brass and glass, but tonight they trembled with a vibration that had nothing...

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