The Distant Joke
The iron gate screamed against the rusted hinge, a sound like a man tearing his own throat open, and I pulled my wife, Elara, into the shadow of the archway just as the second shot cracked the air. We did not run. Running was for those who had nothing left to lose, and I had Elara. I had the debt that sat on my chest like a wet stone, and I had the silence of this house, which was the only...
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