The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Mara stood in the rain. It was a cold, thin rain that slicked the cobblestones of the alley behind the textile mill. She wore the coat. It was a heavy thing, wool and velvet, dyed a deep, bruised purple. It had belonged to her mother. Now it belonged to her. The weight of it was a physical thing, pressing against her shoulders, a constant reminder of the debt she carried. The city hummed around...

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