The Distant Joke
The town of Oakhaven celebrated the end of the summer with a festival that felt less like a celebration and more like a collective exhale. The air was thick with the scent of roasted garlic, cheap beer, and the metallic tang of impending rain. Under the canvas tents, the community gathered, their faces illuminated by string lights that flickered against the darkening sky. It was a scene of...
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