The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

We were sleeping in the cellar, Margaret and I, wrapped in the damp wool of our old coats, while above us the house held its breath, a great stone lung filled with the silence of the dead and the dust of centuries, and I remember thinking, with a clarity that felt like a shard of glass sliding down the back of my neck, that we had not been here to fight, nor to save, nor to conquer, but simply...

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