The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Thorne, you lazy bastard, get up. The voice was Harrow’s, rough as sandpaper on rusted iron, and it came from the doorway of the cramped room where the air still tasted of the coal dust that had settled into the plaster over the last forty years. Elias Thorne did not move immediately; he lay on the narrow bed, his back aching with the specific, grinding pain that comes from thirty-four years of...

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