The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain does not fall so much as it insists, a heavy, gray curtain that erases the sharp edges of the city and blurs the world into a smear of wet asphalt and neon. You stand on the corner of 4th and Main, the wind cutting through your coat, and you feel the cold seep into your bones, a physical weight that anchors you to the pavement. In your hand, you hold a single object, a small,...

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