The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The glass was already cracking. I watched it spread, a white fracture blooming across the surface of the antique vase on the mantelpiece. It was a quiet sound, barely a whisper, yet it felt like a gunshot in the silent room. "It is over," I said, my voice sounding strange to my own ears. Thin. Detached. My wife, Clara, stood by the window. The light from the dying afternoon caught the silver in...

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