The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The soup was hot, a thick, swirling vortex of amber broth and shredded mutton that seemed to possess its own gravity, pulling the steam down into the bowl rather than letting it rise, and I watched the surface tremble with a life that was not mine, yet which I felt in the marrow of my bones as a kind of ancestral hunger, a hunger that had been waiting for me in the dark for three hundred years,...

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