The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The steam from the Oakhaven depot hissed like a dying animal, a sound that Elias Thorne had spent twenty years learning to ignore but could no longer suppress. He stood at the edge of the platform, his hand gripping the brass case of his chronometer so tightly that the metal bit into his palm, a familiar, grounding pain that kept the reverse-ticking of his conscience at bay. He was leaving, not...

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