The Distant Joke
The train rattles across the border into the country where the air tastes of copper and old dust, and you feel the weight of the small, leather-bound ledger in your pocket settle against your thigh like a second spine, a constant, rhythmic pulse that matches the shudder of the carriage as it hurtles through the grey, indifferent landscape, carrying you away from the life you thought you knew...
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