The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain on the glass was not water, but a slow, viscous erasure of the world outside, blurring the steel and concrete of the administrative complex into a gray smear that refused to resolve into meaning. I sat in the corner office, the one with the view that was supposed to be a reward but felt only like a cage, watching the droplets race each other down the pane in a frantic, silent...

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