The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The coat was red. Not the bright, aggressive scarlet of a stop sign, but a deep, arterial crimson that seemed to pulse against the grey concrete of the lobby. It hung on a hook by the elevator, heavy with the weight of its own existence. Elias Vance stared at it. He had worn it for thirty years. It had been his skin, his shield, his identity. Now it was merely fabric, stiff with old sweat and...

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