The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The road did not end. It simply thinned, becoming a thread of grey dust stretched between the pines. I walked. My boots, heavy with the memory of mud and blood, struck the earth in a rhythm that felt less like motion and more like a heartbeat. I was a prisoner, though no chains bound my wrists. The prison was the road itself, and the warden was the silence that pressed against my ears. I...

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