The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The ledger lay open on the damp stone table, its pages weighted down by a single, heavy brass compass. Elias Thorne counted the hours since he had left the last settlement: nine. He counted the miles traversed: twelve. He counted the lines of ink remaining in his fountain pen: three. The contract from the Meridian Cartographic Society was for a survey of the Silent Valley, a stretch of highland...

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