The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The soup was a thick, amber broth, smelling of thyme and something older, something like the dust of a cellar that has not been opened in years. It sat in a heavy ceramic bowl on the scarred oak table, the surface of the liquid trembling slightly, as if it were a living thing breathing in its sleep. I stared into the depth of it, watching the steam rise and coil, and I felt the weight of the...

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