The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

"You're not listening to me." I held the jar. It was warm. Not hot. Just warm, like a living thing. The glass was thick, hand-blown, slightly uneven. Inside, the amber liquid swirled. It didn’t settle. It never settled. It moved with a slow, deliberate purpose, like oil on water, but thicker. Heavier. Margaret stood by the window. The rain outside was a sheet of gray static. It blurred the...

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