The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The first crack came at 4:15 AM, a sharp snap like a dry branch snapping under a boot. Elias Thorne counted the seconds until it faded. One, two, three. He lay in the dark, the ceiling above him a grid of shadows. He had filed forty-two pages of documentation for his pension claim. Forty-two. The number felt heavy in his mind, a weight of paper and ink. He needed the money before the fog rolled...

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