The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The house was a skeleton of glass. I stood on the porch. The wind tore at my coat. It was cold. Not the cold of winter. The cold of a place that had forgotten the sun. The mansion loomed above me. It was not a house. It was a cage. The windows were shattered. Thousands of shards. They glittered in the gray light like teeth. I am a seeker. I look for what is lost. I look for the truth. The truth...

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