The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The first thing the stranger noticed was the smell of wet wool and old iron, a scent that seemed to seep from the very stones of the village square, a place where the air hung heavy and thick, suspended in a time that had no name and no clock to mark its passing. He stood with his back to the wall, his hands tucked deep into the pockets of a coat that had seen better decades, his eyes fixed on...

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