The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The ledger sat on the oak table, its spine cracked and leather peeling like dead skin, and I remembered how the ink had bled through the pages of my father’s accounts, a dark and spreading stain that smelled of iron and old blood, though it was merely the result of a leaking pen and a careless hand in a room where the air was always too thick with the scent of damp wool and unwashed bodies, a...

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