The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain did not fall. It hung. A gray, suspended mist clung to the windows of the old house. It was a house that breathed. The walls expanded and contracted. The floorboards sighed underfoot. Elias stood in the center of the hall. He held a ledger. The ink was wet. It smeared. He tried to wipe it. His finger slipped. The house was his. Or rather, the house was the boss. He was the clerk. He...

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