The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain fell in sheets against the high, barred windows of the Ministry’s central courtyard, a cold, relentless drumming that matched the thudding of Elias Thorne’s own heart. He stood with his left arm bound in a makeshift sling of torn uniform fabric, the bone beneath swollen and jagged, a souvenir from the steel baton that had struck him three hours prior. Around him, the other members of...

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