The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The bell tower rang not for the hour, but for the error. It was a sound like grinding teeth. Deep. Metal on metal. It vibrated in the marrow of Thomas’s bones. He stood in the center of the city square, the cobblestones slick with rain and the smell of ozone. Around him, the crowd moved in a slow, hypnotic spiral. They wore their gray tunics. They held their hands up. They were listening....

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