The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The coffee was cold. It sat in a ceramic mug, a dark circle of oil floating on the surface. Martin watched it. He did not drink. The office was quiet. Rain tapped against the glass. A soft, persistent drumming. Outside, the city blurred. Gray light. Wet pavement. Martin was a clerk. He filed papers. He organized data. He was invisible. This was good. He liked being invisible. It meant he was...

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