The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The blade sings. It is a high, thin note. Like a bird. Like a bell. You hold it tight. Your knuckles are white. The steel is cold. It bites your palm. You are bleeding. You do not feel it. You only feel the weight. The weight of the gold. The weight of the lie. You are in the Hall of Mirrors. The glass is old. It is dark. It shows you. But it does not show you what you are. It shows you what...

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