The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain on the tin roof of the barn was not a sound but a physical weight, a hammering that shook the teeth in your skull and rattled the old iron hooks hanging from the rafters. You stood in the center of the floor, surrounded by the smell of wet straw and rotting hay, while the rest of the congregation of the Hollow Creek Baptist Church huddled in the dry section by the stove. It was the...

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