The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Thorne. The name was spat from the fog, a wet, gravelly sound that cut through the drumming of rain on the tin roof of the dugout. Sergeant Elias Thorne did not look up. He was busy with his knees, which had begun to grind against each other with the dry, painful friction of unlubricated hinges, a sensation that had grown louder in the last three years until it drowned out the distant thud of...

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