The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain had been falling for six hours, a steady, gray sheet that turned the pavement outside the federal courthouse into a slick, black mirror reflecting the jagged neon of the city. I counted the drops on the hood of the parked sedan, a nervous tic that had started in the desert and never left, each impact a small, cold hammer against the metal. My uniform was soaked through, the wool heavy...

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