The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The frost had turned the cobblestones of the lower city into a slick, treacherous mirror, reflecting the gaslights in warped, trembling pools of yellow. I walked with the heavy, deliberate cadence of a man who has forgotten how to carry his own weight, my boots crunching against the ice that had formed overnight. It was a cold that did not merely bite at the skin but seemed to seek out the...

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