The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The bus smelled of wet wool and diesel. Elias sat by the window, his knuckles white around a coffee cup that had gone cold an hour ago. Outside, the rain lashed against the glass in sheets, blurring the grey highway into a smear of mud and steel. He was a man who had spent thirty years holding a line. Now the line was gone. All that remained was the order to get to the station. To stand in the...

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