The Distant Joke
The bell rang. It was a sharp sound. It cut the air. "Are you coming?" Elias looked up. He held a dead sparrow in his hand. Its eyes were closed. Its feathers were grey. They matched the sky. "I am here," Elias said. His voice was low. It was rough. Like old stone. The boy stood at the door. He was young. He was new. His name was Thomas. He wore a blue coat. It was too big for him. It flapped...
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