The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain lashed against the oiled canvas of the tent, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that sounded less like weather and more like the grinding of gears in a machine designed for destruction. Thomas Bradshaw sat on the edge of his cot, his boots unfastened, staring at the small, bruised plum he had hidden in his tunic. It was soft now, yielding to the pressure of his thumb, leaking a violet...

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