The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the borderland tavern into a slick, reflective mirror of the wailing sky. I sat in the corner, my back against the damp stone, my left hand resting on the table, trembling with a violence that shook the very wood. The skin of my palm was black, the veins beneath it pulsing with a dark, viscous...

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