The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The soup was thin. It tasted of boiled rags and old pennies. Mara sat at the head of the table. The wood was bare. The varnish had worn away in patches, revealing the pale, raw grain beneath. It looked like bone. She lifted the spoon. The metal was cold. She did not eat. Across from her, her son, Elias, ate. He ate with a violence that frightened her. The spoon clattered against the rim of his...

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