The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

You dream of ink. It is not black, but the deep, bruised purple of a healing hematoma. It runs in rivulets down the inside of your wrist, cool and viscous. You do not wipe it away. You watch it pool in the creases of your skin, a map of veins that will never dry. You are a man of letters, or so the world believes. A restorer. A keeper of the fragile. But in the dream, you are only the vessel....

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