The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The dream was of teeth. White, jagged things breaking against stone. He woke with the taste of copper in his mouth. Thomas stood. The room was cold. A city in the night. Rain on the glass. He was a soldier. Not by choice. By habit. The uniform hung on the chair. Wool and damp. He did not put it on. He looked at his hands. They were his own. They were not. The mirror waited. It was a pane of...

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