The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The bread had already gone stale. It sat on the counter of the back alley shop in Old London, wrapped in brown paper that crumbled at the touch, hard as a brick, pale and dead. I watched it. I had been watching it for three days. It was the only thing in this city that did not lie, that did not shift its shape to please the eye, that did not smile with a mouth full of sharp, rotting teeth. It...

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