The Distant Joke
The rain on the iron roof was a symphony of metallic shrieks, a high-pitched wailing that cut through the damp chill of the carriage, and you sat there with your boots soaking through, listening to the rhythm of your own heart which beat less like a pulse and more like a hammer striking a cold anvil. "You look like a drowned rat who has been left to dry in the sun," said Mrs. Gable, her voice a...
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