The Distant Joke
The pen felt heavy in Elias Thorne’s hand, its silver clip catching the fluorescent light of the office. He stared at the blank intake form, the grid of lines stretching out like a roadmap he had already traveled and found wanting. Outside, the city hummed with the low, electric thrum of traffic, a sound that usually soothed him into a state of professional calm, but today it felt like a...
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