The Distant Joke
The cup broke. It was a small thing. Chipped porcelain. Blue flowers. I held it tight. Too tight. The sound was sharp. A crack. A snap. My fingers bled. Captain Vane looked at me. He did not look at the shards. "Pick it up," he said. I knelt. The floor was cold. Stone. I picked up the pieces. They cut my palms. I did not care. "Sir," I said. He stared. His eyes were dry. "You broke it," he...
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