The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The dream had teeth. It was a jagged, iron thing, gnashing in the dark of Edith’s mind, grinding against the silence of the attic. She woke with the taste of copper in her mouth, her heart hammering a frantic, irregular rhythm against her ribs. The room was cold. The air smelled of dust and dried lavender, a scent that had permeated the walls of the Whitmore estate for three generations. Edith...

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