The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain had turned the asphalt into a black mirror, reflecting the sickly amber of the streetlights and the red bleed of my own blood. I was on my knees, one hand pressed against the wet pavement to stop my skull from lolling back, the other gripping the pistol that felt impossibly heavy, like a block of cold iron. My breath came in ragged, wet sobs, tearing at the lining of my lungs. Across...

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