The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The stone was humming. It was a low, subsonic thrum that Elias Thorne felt not in his ears but in the marrow of his shins, a vibration that had persisted for twenty years since the foundation was poured. In the year of our Lord 1342, the air above the unfinished spire of Saint Jude’s was thin and cold, yet Elias’s hands trembled with a heat that had nothing to do with the winter wind. He stood...

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