The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The sky above the valley did not break; it shattered. It happened on a Tuesday, the kind of grey, unremarkable Tuesday that usually smells of damp wool and cold tea, but in that moment the air tasted of ozone and copper, and the horizon fractured like a pane of glass struck by a hammer. I stood in the kitchen, my hands wrapped around a mug that had gone cold an hour ago, watching the light bend...

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