The Distant Joke
The white void was not empty; it was full of silence so heavy it pressed against my eardrums like deep water. I stood in it, my heart a stuttering engine in the dark of my chest, and I knew with absolute certainty that this was the only place where the clock did not tick. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a border patrol officer with a failing heart and a head full of rumors. I want to...
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