The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain hits the pavement like static. It is a gray, relentless hiss that soaks into your coat before you even reach the door. You are leaving. This is the fact. You are a man who repairs clocks, and you are walking away from the only job that has ever mattered to you. The city is a blur of neon and wet asphalt. You do not look back. You cannot. You carry a small box. Inside is a pocket watch....

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