The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain at Blackwood Manor did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a cold, grey curtain that turned the courtyard into a slick, reflective mirror of the crumbling stone above. I stood there, my coat soaked through to the skin, watching the iron gates groan under the weight of the storm, my fingers trembling not from the chill but from the ferocious, burning need to get inside and pull...

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