The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The iron was cold. Silas sat on the wet stone. The rain fell in sheets. It drummed against the high windows of the Hall. He was alone. The door was locked. The key was in his hand. It was a heavy thing. It tasted of rust. He looked at the mirror. The glass was old. It was cracked down the middle. A spiderweb fracture. He saw his face. It was a stranger’s face. The uniform was tight. The buttons...

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