The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

You are running, and the rain is cold enough to sting the raw skin of your forearms. The mud of the Appalachian valley clings to your boots, heavy and sucking, as if the earth itself is trying to pull you down. You do not look back. You know what is behind you. You know the weight of the rifle in your hands, the weight of the oath you took, and the weight of the name that was never yours to...

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