The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain does not fall so much as it hangs, a gray curtain drawn tight against the window of the carriage, blurring the world into a smear of mud and stone. You are moving, and you are tired, and the cold has settled into the marrow of your bones, a quiet, persistent ache that mirrors the hollow space in your chest. Beside you, Thomas sits with his back against the wooden slats, his eyes...

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