The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that blurred the horizon and turned the world into a watercolor of mud and slate. We sat in the single room of the inn, a place that smelled of damp wool and old tallow, the air thick with the humidity that seeped through the stone walls. My husband, Silas, sat by the fire, his back to me, his shoulders hunched as if carrying the...

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