The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The brass valve in Elias Thorne’s hand was cold, a heavy, industrial thing that had seen better days, its threading worn smooth by the grease of a hundred men’s palms and the rust of neglect. He turned it a quarter-inch to the left, listening for the hiss of compressed air, but the yard was silent save for the distant, rhythmic clatter of the locomotives cooling on the tracks, and the way the...

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