The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The ledger lay open on the desk, the ink still wet on the final entry, a black smear against the cream paper. Elias Thorne counted the hours. Fourteen years of service, two hundred and six arrests, one brother dead. The numbers were heavy in his hands, heavier than the iron key that sat in his breast pocket, a cold weight against his ribs. He was forty-two, and the border was a line of wire and...

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