The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The count of the hours was a physical weight, heavier than the iron latch on the door. Elias had been sitting in the corner of the study for nine hours, and the silence of the house had grown so thick it felt like wet wool pressed against his ears. He looked at the floorboards, where the shadow of his infant son, Julian, lay stretched out in the dust. The child slept in the crib, his breathing...

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