The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of London into a slick, grey mirror that reflected the soot-stained faces of the men walking through it. Elias Thorne stood in the alleyway, his back against the damp stone, watching the water drip from the eaves in a steady, rhythmic line. He did not look up. He was waiting for the sound of boots, the specific heavy thud of Sir...

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