The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The match flared, a brief, orange eye in the wet dark, and Lillian Fenwick held it to the corner of the page. The flame caught the dry, yellowed paper, curling the edge into a black, brittle scroll. She watched the fire eat the letters, the name Thomas, the date, the amount of the debt. The ink did not burn. It spread. The fire died, snuffed out by a sudden, cold breath that smelled of ozone...

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