The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Your hand trembled as you held the tongs, the iron slick with sweat, the heat from the pyre below a physical weight pressing against your shins. The smoke did not rise so much as it coagulated, a thick, grey fog that swallowed the upper tiers of the cathedral square, choking the gulls that had nested in the flying buttresses until they took flight in a sudden, screaming panic. You were...

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