The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

I woke with the taste of copper and old rain on my tongue, the taste of the cellar where we kept the silence, and the first thing I saw was the sword, not as a weapon but as a bone, a white, brittle thing jutting out of the dark earth of my memory, and I knew then that I had not been dreaming but rather that I had been falling, a long, slow descent into the architecture of my own guilt, a...

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