The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in; it stood, a thick, gray wall that smelled of wet iron and rotting leaves. Elias Thorne stepped off the stagecoach, his boots sinking into mud that felt less like earth and more like the soft, yielding flesh of something alive. He was forty years old, a man whose face had been carved by years of squaring lines and measuring angles, but here, in this place...

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