The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The dream began with the sound of tearing silk, a sharp, wet rip that echoed in the hollow of his skull long after the fabric had ceased to exist, and then there was the smell of ozone and wet earth, and Marcus was standing in the middle of a field that did not appear on any map he had ever memorized, the sky above him a bruised purple that pulsed with a rhythm he recognized as his own...

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