The Distant Joke
The glass was cracked down the center. It lay on the desk. A jagged vein running from the base to the rim. Elias picked it up. His fingers hovered. He did not touch the sharp edge. He looked at the fracture. It was clean. Surgical. "Is that all?" asked the man across the table. The man was large. Broad shoulders. He wore a gray suit that hung loose, as if he had lost weight recently. Or perhaps...
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