The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The dream began not with a sound, but with a smell, the heavy, sweet rot of overripe apples falling from the high branches of the orchard that bordered the old Whitmore estate. In the dream, the sky was the color of bruised iron, and the house stood silent, its windows dark like hollow eyes, watching him. He knew, with the cold certainty of the sleeping mind, that he was no longer the man who...

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