The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

You walk. The mud sucks at your boots. It is a thick, black paste. It smells of rot. It smells of old blood. You do not stop. You cannot stop. Your legs are wood now. They are stiff and dry. You are a carpenter. You know wood. You know how it cracks. You know how it splits under pressure. Your legs are splitting. You ignore the pain. Pain is a signal. Signals are lies. You trust the path. The...

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