The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The banquet hall of the University of St. Jude’s smelled of roasted pheasant and old dust, a pungent, aristocratic scent that seemed to cling to the velvet drapes and settle into the pores of those who lingered too long in the shadows. I stood near the service entrance, my hand resting on the cold brass rail, watching the faculty move through the chandelier light like a slow, deliberate tide....

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