The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The blade did not sing as it entered the meat, but it hummed, a low and resonant vibration that traveled up the hilt and into the bones of the hand that wielded it. It was a sound that had no place in the sterile, tiled air of the abattoir, a frequency that seemed to bypass the ears and strike directly at the marrow. Thomas Bradshaw stood before the carcass, his white coat stained not with...

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