The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

He woke with the taste of iron on his tongue. The dream was a gray wash, a river of mud and broken glass, where he stood holding a letter that had no words, only a seal of wax that bled red. He blinked. The ceiling above him was low, plastered white, cracked like dry earth. A single bulb swung from a wire, casting a sickly yellow glow. The air smelled of coal smoke and wet wool. "Are you awake,...

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