The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The mud of the checkpoint is not merely wet; it is a heavy, sucking thing that tries to pull you under, a cold weight against your cheek as you lie prone in the slush. You are bleeding. The gash on your forehead throbs in time with your heart, a hot, bright pain that anchors you to the immediate, physical world while the rest of the highland fades into a gray, indistinct blur. Your hand, stiff...

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