The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain had turned the valley floor into a soup of mud and rot, and the stone bridge that once spanned the gorge lay in pieces, a shattered spine of granite that marked the boundary between the world I knew and the ruin I had come to claim. I stood at the edge, my boots caked in the black earth, staring at the cabin perched on the opposite bank, its smoke thin and grey against the bruised sky....

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