The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The fire eats the oak table. It eats the chair legs. It eats the silence that used to live between you and the wall. You watch the flames lick the dry wood, turning it to black ribbons of ash. The heat hits your face like a slap. It is a good slap. It wakes you up. You stand in the center of the room. Your boots are muddy. Your uniform is torn at the shoulder. The insignia is missing. You have...

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