The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain fell upon the valley not as water, but as a gray ash, settling into the furrows of the earth with a silence that seemed to swallow the sound of my own boots. I walked the ridge, the boundary line where the cultivated wheat ended and the wild bramble began, a path worn smooth by centuries of feet that had walked there to look, to judge, to cross, or to flee. In my hand, I held the brass...

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