The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The dream began with the smell of wet wool and the sound of a clock that did not tick but rather groaned, a low, tectonic shifting of gears that seemed to come from the very marrow of the floorboards, a sensation that was less auditory than physical, a vibration that traveled up through the soles of her feet and settled in the hollow of her chest where the heart kept its most erratic, desperate...

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