The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The mist in the highlands of 1890 was not merely weather; it was a physical presence, a grey curtain that swallowed the world in layers, and Arthur Vane stood at the center of it, his ledger open in one hand and a compass in the other, waiting for the village of Oakhaven to reveal itself. He was thirty years old, a minor clerk in the Crown’s Taxation Office, and he had spent the last decade...

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