The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The gate was never locked, but it was always closed. It stood at the edge of the town, a rusted iron thing that marked the boundary between the paved streets of Millhaven and the wild, uncharted woods beyond. I walked past it every day. I had to. It was my route to the river, my route to the old mill, my route to my sister’s house when the silence in my own apartment became too heavy to bear....

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