The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The brass compass in Elias Thorne’s hand was cold, a weight that seemed to anchor his wrist to the earth while the world around him dissolved into a grey, breathing mist. He stood at the edge of the Whispering Fen, a cartographer of forty-five years whose pension depended on the precise triangulation of the boundary stones, a task the local council had insisted he complete before the autumn...

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