The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The ice on the reservoir was thin. It sang under his boots. A high, clear note. Like a glass rim. He stopped. He listened. The sound faded. The city loomed behind him. Glass towers. Steel bones. They caught the moon. They held it. They did not let it go. Elara stood in the center of the slab. She was not a woman. Not exactly. She was a shape of water that had forgotten how to flow. She had been...

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