The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The brass key in Elias Thorne’s hand was cold, a small, heavy thing that had been passed from hand to hand so many times it had lost its specific shape, becoming merely a generic instrument of control. He stood in the courtyard of the Blackwood Asylum, the rain slicking the cobblestones until they looked like dark, wet glass, and he held the key up to the grey sky, watching the water bead on...

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