The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain against the sash windows of the manor house does not sound like water to you, but like the static of a broken signal, a high-pitched whine that vibrates in the teeth and settles deep in the marrow of the bone. You are sitting in the study, the room where the air always tastes of old paper and the damp earth that seeps through the foundation stones, and your hands, which used to move...

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