The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The lamp sputtered, throwing jagged shadows against the wet shale. You swung the pick, the steel biting into the rock with a sound like a bone snapping. "Dig, Elias." The voice was low, rough, familiar. It came from the blackness ahead, from the face of the mountain. You stopped. The pick hung in your hand, dripping. "I’m digging for the debt," you said, your voice cracking in the stale air....

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