The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The voice that called for him was not loud, but it cut through the thick, damp fog of the Oakhaven market square like a knife through wet wool. Elias Thorne turned, his boots scraping against the slick cobblestones, to find the Broker leaning against the rough-hewn stone of the old well, a ledger tucked under one arm and a look of weary calculation on his face. The air smelled of rotting apples...

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