The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The jar was chipped. Mara held it. The glass was thin. It had been thin for years. Inside, the honey was dark. It was thick. It moved slowly. Like tar. Like time. She sat on the porch. The wood creaked. The air was cold. It smelled of wet earth. Of rot. Of life that was ending. The village lay below her. The houses were low. The roofs were slate. The fog was heavy. It swallowed the trees. It...

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