The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The letter lay on the table, its edges worn soft as old cloth, the ink faded to the color of dried blood. Elias Thorne picked it up, his fingers trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the silence it had held for three years. It was a single sheet, penned by his wife Martha before the fever took her, containing a sequence of numbers and symbols that no one in the village of Oakhaven...

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