The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

In the rain-slicked gloom of the hallway, a brass star hung suspended on a red ribbon, its metal tarnished by years of neglect and the damp air of the small town of Oakhaven. It was a modest thing, a piece of military hardware stripped of its context, held in the trembling hands of Magistrate Arthur Penhaligon, who stared at it as if it were a dead bird. The light from the single overhead bulb...

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