The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain did not fall so much as it was driven sideways against the slate roof of Blackwood Hall, a relentless, gray hammering that turned the courtyard into a slick, reflective mirror of the house’s looming silhouette. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the center of this wet expanse, his service rifle raised, the scope locked onto the shadowed entrance of the estate, his breath pluming in the...

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