The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain fell hard. It beat against the tin roof of the watchtower. A rhythmic pounding. A dull, persistent thud. Elias stood in the center of the room. His coat was soaked. It clung to his shoulders. He did not shiver. The cold was a fact. Like the rain. Like the silence. "Is it over?" asked the boy. The boy was small. He sat on the floor. His knees were drawn up. His face was pale. In the dim...

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