The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

You stand in the courtyard. The stone is cold under your boots. It has been raining. The air smells of wet dust and old iron. You are the Captain. You are the shield. You are the wall. But the wall is cracking. You feel it in your spine. A deep, dull ache. A memory that will not stay buried. The bells of St. Jude’s ring. They ring for the hour. They ring for the dead. They ring for you. You do...

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