The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The iron key hung from my neck by a chain that had long since lost its shine, turning dull and brown against the skin of my collarbone, a heavy, cold weight that I could feel even in my sleep. It was a simple object, forged in a time when men still trusted hinges and locks to keep the world in order, but to me it was the most terrible thing I possessed, a mirror of my own fractured soul. I...

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