The Distant Joke
The rain had stopped, but the air in the basement still held the damp, metallic taste of the storm, a lingering chill that seeped into the bones. I stood before the heavy steel door of the secure vault, my hand hovering over the keypad, my heart beating a slow, heavy rhythm against my ribs. This was not a heist, nor was it a rescue in the traditional sense. It was an exorcism of sorts, a...
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