The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The key stuck in the lock, and I had to press my shoulder against the wood of the door to force it to turn, a grinding protest that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards of the hallway. Elias Thorne, fifty-two, archivist of modest renown and precarious tenure, stood in the entryway of Vane House, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, the silence of the place pressing...

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