The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Thorne, you’re drifting again. The voice came from the darkness of the stairwell, sharp and bureaucratic, cutting through the hum of the ventilation shafts. Elias Thorne did not look up from the clipboard in his hand. He was forty-two, a man who had once cataloged the dust of centuries in a basement archive, and now he stood in the lobby of the Meridian Tower, a decaying high-rise in Chicago...

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