The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Thorne, get your hands off the pen. The voice came from the doorway, sharp and dry as a struck match. I looked up, my fingers still trembling around the nib. The ink had pooled in the well of my hand, a dark, sticky bead that refused to dry. It was a Tuesday in November, 1912, and the light in the Meridian Insurance Exchange was failing. The sun had dropped below the line of the roof, leaving...

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