The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The stone began at the knuckles. It started as a dull ache, a tightness in the skin that felt like frostbite before it was cold. I am Elias Thorne. I am thirty-two years old. I have worked the black veins of the earth for fifteen years. The debt on the deed for our house in Harrowgate was three hundred pounds. I had two hundred and eighty in the tin box under my bed. I needed twenty more. I...

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