The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

I woke with the taste of copper on my tongue and the sound of rain hammering against the slate roof, a rhythm so relentless it felt like a warning. The room was not my study in Edinburgh, nor was the light the pale, grey wash of a Scottish morning. It was a deep, bruised violet, bleeding through windows that had no frames, only the suggestion of glass. I sat up, and the bed felt less like a...

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