The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The fog was so thick that the streetlamps outside the Guild hall were merely smears of orange light against the grey, and the cold that seeped through the double-paned windows felt less like weather and more like a physical weight pressing against your shoulders, a damp chill that settled into the joints and stayed there. You were Elias Thorne, forty years old, and you sat at the long oak table...

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