The Distant Joke
The rain hammered against the slate roof of the house. It was a cold, relentless drumming. Elias stood by the window. He watched the water run in sheets down the glass. His hands were wrapped around a mug of tea. The ceramic was warm. The liquid inside was cold. He did not drink it. He only held it. The house was quiet. The silence was heavy. It pressed against his eardrums. He could hear the...
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