The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

In the center of the square, under the boughs of the old oak, the crowd stood in a tight, breathing ring. Elias Thorne held the wedding ring in his palm. It was cold. Not room-temperature cold, but the deep, sucking chill of iron pulled from a well in January. He rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger, the metal smooth as river glass, and felt the weight of it settle into the crease of his...

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