The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the streets of the old district into a slurry of mud and discarded newspapers. Elias Thorne sat in the basement archive of the Meridian Historical Society, the fluorescent lights above him flickering with a low, electric hum that seemed to vibrate in his teeth. He was fifty years old, a man who had spent the last...

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