The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The fire started in the rafters. You remember the smell first. Not smoke, but the sharp, acrid bite of burning pitch and old timber. It was a smell that lived in the bones of the house, a ghost you had carried across the ocean. You woke with a gasp, your lungs tight. The room was dark. The air was thick. You lay still. Your heart hammered against your ribs like a trapped bird. You were old now....

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