The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth and the sound of the river in my ears. Not the real river, mind you. The one behind the mill dam. The one that runs black and heavy in the winter, carrying silt and secrets and the bones of things that shouldn’t be drowned. I was standing in it. Up to my shins. The water was freezing, or so it felt, though it was summer. I was holding a lantern. It was...

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