The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain did not fall; it hung in the air like a grey curtain, thick with the soot of the Ironworks, until Elias Thorne woke to the sound of breathing that was not his own. He was thirty-two years old, a clerk of fifteen years’ standing at the Blackwood & Sons Foundry, and he lay rigid in the narrow bed, his heart hammering against his ribs as he watched the figure standing by the open window....

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