The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old watchtower into slick mirrors reflecting the bruised sky. I stood at the parapet, my hand resting on the cold, wet stone, feeling the vibration of the distant thunder in my bones, a low, rhythmic thrum that matched the hollow ache in my chest. "You look like a man who has forgotten how...

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