The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The air in the laboratory tasted of copper and old paper, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and refused to clear. It was November of 1893, and the frost had begun to creep into the walls of the Thorne estate, but inside the glass-enclosed room, the temperature was stifling, heavy with the humidity of the decaying organic matter I was trying to save. I was forty-two years old, a...

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