The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The road was wet. It shone like old bone. Silas walked. His boots were heavy. Leather and salt. The air tasted of iron. Of rust. Of old blood. He carried a pack. It was light. It was heavy. He did not know which. He was a man of trade. A merchant of small things. Buttons. Thimbles. Broken clocks. He sold them in the villages. He bought them back. The cycle. The wheel. It turned. It did not...

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