The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The blood in your mouth tastes like copper pennies and old rain. You spit it onto the mossy stone. Your knees are shaking. Not from fear. From exhaustion. From the sheer weight of the night pressing down on the small, warded circle you have built in the center of the hall. Thomas is on the floor. He is trying to stand. He will not stand. You do not look at him. You look at the thing in the...

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