The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The chandelier fell at four o’clock. It did not shatter. It cracked. A single, clean fissure ran through the crystal. Silence followed. Then the sound of breathing. Silas stood in the center of the hall. He was a large man. His hands were red. Not with blood. With water. The chandelier was wet. He had thrown it. He had thrown it at the mirror. The mirror had broken. The chandelier had...

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