The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The blast took the wall. Not just the plaster. The brick. The dry rot. The air. I stood in the dust. My lungs burned. It tasted of copper and old paper. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a Ranger. Or I was. The badge is heavy on my chest. It feels like a stone I swallowed. The room is small. A basement. Concrete floors. Black mold in the corners. The ceiling sagged low. It pressed down on us. I...

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