The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The handkerchief was already dark before you saw the blood, a wet, rusty smear against the white cotton that smelled of iron and old pennies, and you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, leaving a streak of red on your knuckles, while the fog outside the apothecary window thickened into a solid wall of grey. You were Elias Thorne, a man who had walked three hundred miles on bad feet to...

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