The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The gold pocket watch lay open in Arthur Penhaligon’s palm, its crystal face cracked in a spiderweb of fractures that caught the smoky, amber light of the cellar like a frozen explosion, the gears within still ticking with a maddening, arrhythmic persistence that seemed to mock the silence of the room. He sat in the corner booth of The Black Rat, a pub in Whitechapel that smelled of stale beer,...

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