The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain lashed against the high, grimy windows of the Ironclad Steelworks administrative block, blurring the view of the cooling towers into grey smears. Arthur Vane stood by the glass, his reflection a pale, gaunt ghost superimposed over the churning steam below. His hands, once steady enough to calibrate a blast furnace to the degree, now trembled with a fine, persistent vibration that he...

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