The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The dream began not with a sound but with the scent of ozone and wet iron, a smell that clung to the back of my throat like a forgotten coin, and when I opened my eyes in the high, vaulted room of the Ashworth estate, the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of afternoon light seemed to be suspended in a liquid that was not air but something thicker, older, a substance that remembered the...

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