The Distant Joke
The flood did not arrive with the roar of a tempest or the slow, creeping certainty of a rising tide; it arrived as a sudden, violent erasure of the ground beneath the feet of every man, woman, and child standing in the square of Millhaven. One moment, the air was thick with the smell of rain and wet asphalt, and the next, the cobblestones simply ceased to exist, replaced by a churning, black...
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