The Distant Joke
I You remember the night he came back, though he never really came back at all. The rain was still falling on the cobblestones of Blackthorn Lane when the cab pulled up, and you were standing at the window of your mother's kitchen, watching the horse's breath plume in the cold October air like a ghost trying to find its way home. He stepped down from the cab with the stiff, careful movements...
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