The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a cold, persistent mist that soaked into the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and settled in the joints of his knees, a forty-two-year-old man who had once been the scribe of record for the County Council before he was stripped of his title, his home, and his name. He stood alone in the center of the square, the wet cobblestones slick under his...

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