The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The road was a gray vein. It ran through the heart of the city. The city was old. It was built of stone and silence. The stones were cold. The silence was heavy. Elias walked. He walked with a purpose. He walked with a weight. The weight was not on his back. It was in his hands. He carried a box. The box was small. The box was black. The wood was dark. It was polished. It was smooth. Inside the...

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