The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

You hear it first. A tick. Like a watch with no face. It is in the walls. It is in your teeth. You are in the cellar. The air is thick. It tastes of rust and old blood. You hold the lever. Your hands shake. They do not stop. You are not alone. He is there. Silas. He sits in the corner. His coat is torn. His eyes are wide. He looks at you. He does not speak. He knows. You know. The machine is...

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