The Distant Joke
The rain had been falling for three days, a grey and relentless curtain that blurred the edges of the world and softened the sharp lines of the house. Elias stood at the window, his hands gripping the sill until his knuckles turned white, watching the mist swirl around the iron fence that marked the boundary of their property. It was a simple line, rusted and jagged, but to him it had become a...
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