The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the grounds of the St. Jude’s Rehabilitation Center into a slurry of mud and broken leaves. Inside the main ward, the air smelled of antiseptic, wet wool, and the faint, metallic tang of old blood that seemed to cling to the wallpaper no matter how many times the cleaning staff scrubbed it. Elias Thorne sat in his...

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