The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain did not stop. It fell on the stone, cold and relentless. I walked. My boots were wet. The road was slick. I was leaving. The house stood in the valley. It was old. The stones were dark. The windows were blind. I looked back. The shadow stretched. It was long. It was mine. I had been here for years. I was the jailer. I was the prisoner. The walls were high. They were thick. They kept...

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