The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a cold, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the square into mirrors for the sky. Elias Thorne stood in the center of this wet reflection, his shoulders hunched against the chill, his fingers white-knuckled around the silver pocket watch that had belonged to Silas. The glass face was cracked in a jagged, spiderweb pattern, and from...

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