The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The shop smelled of turpentine and old varnish. Elias stood behind the counter. His hands were stained. The wood grain under his fingers was rough. He polished a table leg. The brass fitting shone. It was dull now. No one would buy it. The dust settled on the glass. A fly buzzed. It died on the sill. The door creaked. Thomas entered. He wore a grey coat. His face was pale. He looked at the...

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