The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

You dream of the floorboards again. Not the sound of them, which is a creak, a groan, a warning, but the feel of them under your bare feet, that specific, splintered friction that has defined the architecture of your life for thirty years. In the dream, you are a child, small and trembling in the vast, empty hall of the Whitmore estate, and the floorboards are breathing. They expand in the heat...

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