The Distant Joke
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray veil that turned the world outside the window of the observation cell into a blurred, watercolor smear of mud and iron, and as I sat there, listening to the rhythmic, metallic drip of the ceiling fixture, I could feel the weight of the years I had stolen from my own life pressing down on my shoulders like a physical burden, a heavy,...
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