The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The office smelled of stale tobacco and machine oil. Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his back against the cold brick wall. In his hands, he held a torn silk scarf. It was white, once pristine, now frayed at the edges. He rubbed his thumb over the fabric, a nervous habit that had outlived the woman who gave it to him twenty years ago. Thirty years at the Ironclad Textile Mill. Thirty years of...

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