The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The iron plate was cold under Elias Thorne’s thumb, the rivets worn smooth by decades of rain. He pressed his weight against the railing of the St. Jude’s Bridge, feeling the vibration of the track below travel up through his boots, a low, grinding hum that lived in his teeth. He was fifty-two years old, and his knees ached with the damp cold that seeped from the river below. The train he was...

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