The Distant Joke
You stand at the window. The glass is cold against your forehead. Outside, the town of Oakhaven sleeps under a bruised sky, the kind that promises rain but delivers only a heavy, silent wind. It is late. Too late for this. You are a detective, or rather, you were. The badge is gone, filed away in a drawer along with your reputation, but the eyes remain. They are trained to see what is not...
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