The Distant Joke
The gaslight in the corridor flickered, casting long, trembling shadows that seemed to reach for you like the fingers of drowned men, and in that sudden, violent lurch of the building’s bones, you understood that the path you had walked for forty years had finally broken. It was not a gentle fracture, but a shattering, a disintegration of the very foundation upon which your identity had been...
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