The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The bed was cold. Elias Thorne sat up, the sheets tangled around his ankles like the roots of a drowned tree. Clara was gone. The pillow on her side was flat, the indentation of her head smoothed out by the indifferent passage of night. He swung his legs over the edge of the mattress. The floorboards were silent. In the hallway, the shadows of the coat rack did not align with the objects...

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