The Distant Joke
The rain had stopped. The silence was heavy. It pressed against the glass of the office window. Elias sat in the dark. A single lamp burned low. It cast long shadows on the wall. He looked at the chair opposite. It was empty. It was always empty. He wore a grey suit. It fit him well. The fabric was worn soft. It remembered his shape. It remembered his weight. It remembered the years. He touched...
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