The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The lake did not sleep. It watched. Elias stood on the pier. The wood was slick with moss. It was old. It was soft. He held a glass vial in his hand. Inside, a single drop of mercury trembled. It was heavy. It was cold. It was the last of it. He was old. His hands shook. They always shook now. The years had carved lines into his face like dry riverbeds. He waited. He had waited for forty years....

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