The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it settled, a cold, soot-laced mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s tunic and turned the cobblestones of the industrial district into a slick, treacherous mirror. He was thirty-four years old, a Sergeant in the Municipal Watch, and he was currently holding a man’s skull in a grip that felt less like law enforcement and more like a blacksmith...

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