The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The fire ate the oak. It crunched. It popped. Sparks flew like angry stars. Elias sat by the hearth. His hands shook. Not from cold. From the whiskey. Or the memory. Maybe both. The bottle was empty. The glass was clean. He polished it with a rag. Over and over. A ritual. A prayer. "Another?" The voice came from the shadows. Elias didn’t look up. He knew who it was. He always knew. "Tom," Elias...

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