The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain fell like static. It hissed against the glass of the observation deck, a white noise that scraped the inside of Elias’s skull. He sat alone. The room was cold. The air tasted of ozone and old copper. A digital clock on the wall blinked red. 03:14. The time did not matter. Time was a leaky bucket. He watched his hands. They trembled. Not from fear. From the effort of holding them...

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