The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The glass of water sat on the mahogany desk, sweating a single bead. It trembled. I watched it fall. It hit the polished surface and splashed, a tiny, chaotic star. I did not blink. My eyes were dry. They had been dry for three days. The air in the chamber was thick, stale with the scent of old paper and the faint, metallic tang of fear. It was the smell of power. It was the smell of me. I am a...

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