The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain fell like a verdict. It drummed against the slate roof of the old manor, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that shook the very foundations of the house. In the master bedroom, Thomas Bradshaw lay rigid under the wool blankets. His breath was shallow. His eyes were open, staring at the water-stained ceiling, watching the dark patches bloom and spread like bruises on skin. He was a...

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