The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a cold, gray veil that pressed against the high, barred windows of St. Jude’s Asylum, blurring the world beyond into a smear of mud and dead leaves. Elias Thorne sat in the watchman’s booth, the narrow space smelling of damp wool and stale tobacco, his eyes fixed on the flickering light of the corridor outside. He was forty-two, a man whose...

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