The Distant Joke
Do you think it was the wind, Elias? The young man’s voice was thin, stripped of all the static that usually filled the air, and Elias looked at him not with the suspicion of a man facing a suspect, but with the weary recognition of a man seeing his own reflection in a cracked mirror. The radio in Elias’s breast pocket had gone silent three minutes ago, a sudden, absolute vacuum that had...
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