The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain in the city did not fall; it stood. It hung in the air like a grey curtain, thick and cold, pressing against the glass of the tram car. Elias sat in the corner, his coat buttoned to the chin, his hands resting on his knees. He was not a man. Or rather, he was no longer entirely a man. The sickness had taken his form, stripping away the softness of skin and the warmth of blood, leaving...

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