The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The tuning fork was cold, a sliver of quartz that had been polished smooth by ten years of Elias Thorne’s thumb rubbing against its stem. It sat in his palm, heavy with a weight that had nothing to do with mass, vibrating at a frequency just below the threshold of hearing. He stood in the entrance hall of the Blackwood Institute, a sprawling brutalist block of concrete and glass that sat...

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