The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The moon hung low. A pale coin. It split the dark. Silas stood in the hall. The floorboards creaked. Old wood. Dying wood. He held the glass vial. It was empty. It had been full. Now it was clear. He looked at the mirror. His face stared back. Gaunt. Ashen. A ghost in a man’s shape. "Did you drink it?" The voice came from the shadows. Elias stepped out. His son. Young Elias. He held a lantern....

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