The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Thorne. The name hung in the grey air of the platform, spoken by the stationmaster’s whistle, a sharp, metallic note that cut through the damp November fog. Elias Thorne stood by the edge of the tracks, his fingers white-knuckled around the strap of his leather bag. He was forty-two, though the last five years had carved the face of a man ten years older. He clutched his father’s silver watch...

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