The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The clock on the wall of the St. Jude’s Medical Center lobby ticked with the heavy, deliberate rhythm of a metronome counting down to a verdict. Elias Thorne checked his watch, a cheap digital thing with a cracked face, and counted the hours remaining until his shift ended. Seven hours. Then six. The air in the corridor was sterile, smelling of bleach and old carpet, a scent that had settled...

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