The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Mara woke with the taste of iron on her tongue. The sky above the ridge was not blue, but a bruised violet, swollen with a sun that hung low and heavy, like a fruit too ripe for the branch. She stood on the edge of the cliff. The wind did not blow here. It waited. It held its breath. Below, the valley stretched out, a patchwork of gray and rust, silent as a held note. She was not alone. A...

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