The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The tower fell. It did not crumble. It snapped. A sound like a bone breaking in a quiet room. Dust rose in a white veil. Miles stood on the ground. He watched. The stones were grey. They lay in a heap. The sky was blue. The air smelled of iron and wet earth. He had built it. Or so he thought. The village was small. The houses were low. The roofs were thatch. The people were quiet. They looked...

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