The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

I woke in the mud. The rain was cold. It tasted of iron. I was a thief. I remembered the name. Thomas. I remembered the face. It was a bad face. It was my father’s face. I sat up. My hands were bound. The rope was wet. It bit into my skin. I looked at my arms. They were thin. They were strong. I was a prisoner. I was a monster. The village said I was a monster. I did not care. I only cared...

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