The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The walls of St. Jude’s Asylum bled before Elias could even finish his first breath in the dark. A thick, black sap oozed from the grout between the tiles, slick and viscous, smelling of iron and rot. It was a lie, the building said. It was always a lie. Elias, twelve years old and trembling in his oversized uniform, wiped the floor with a rag that was already soaked. He needed the shift. He...

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