The Distant Joke
He woke with the taste of iron and wet earth in his mouth. The dream had been loud. Not the noise of a crowd, but the shriek of wind through a hollow tree. In the dream, he had been a boy again, standing in the orchard of his father’s farm, watching the apples fall. But they did not hit the ground. They hung in the air, suspended, turning slowly like red eyes. Then the wind came, and they...
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