The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The hall smelled of roasted duck and wet wool. You stood at the edge of the long table, your hands trembling. The chandeliers above were heavy, gold, and blind. They cast a warm, suffocating light over the faces of the board members. You were the new intake coordinator. A junior role. Invisible. Yet they looked at you. You felt the weight of their gazes like stones in your chest. Marcus sat at...

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