The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that clung to the high windows of the Hall, blurring the world outside into a watercolor of slate and ash. I stood in the shadow of the great oak table, my hands stained with the dark, oily residue of the varnish I had spent the week applying, a man who had once understood the grain of wood better than the grain of men. My...

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