The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The bread was breaking in your hands, or perhaps it was your heart, though the distinction has always blurred in the damp, stone-walled cellar where you have spent the last three days counting the cracks in the plaster and the days since the soldiers last rode past with their iron-shod horses. You remember the dream, how it came to you not as a vision but as a smell, the sharp, yeasty tang of...

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