The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The left hand of Elias Thorne was a thing of ruin, the knuckles swollen and misshapen, the skin pale as parchment stretched over broken bone. It twitched. It always twitched when the air grew thick with lies, a localized tremor that defied the stillness of his body, a secret language spoken in spasms. I had been a magistrate in the industrial valley of Ashford for twelve years, a man of the...

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