The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The tin was dented. I held it in my palm. It smelled of rust and old grease. I had carried it for three days. It was heavy. Heavier than the truth. My name is Silas. I am a man of small trades. I fix clocks. I mend watches. I keep time for others who cannot keep it themselves. My shop is on the corner of 5th and Main. It is quiet. Too quiet. The city is loud. Steam hisses from the grates....

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