The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

"Put the lid on it, Tadhg." The voice was Seamus, the clerk, standing in the doorway of my workshop with the light from the streetlamp cutting a hard line across his face. I was forty-two years old. My hands were shaking. The stone on the bench was black. Not black with shadow, but black with the wet, sticky residue of my own failure. I had taken the commission for the magistrate. It was the...

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