The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The door to the factory office smelled of wet wool and iron filings. You stood there, dripping onto the linoleum, the cold seeping through your thin boots. Inside, the heat was stifling. It smelled of stale coffee and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Arthur sat behind the desk. He did not look up immediately. He was counting a stack of ledger pages, his fingers trembling slightly. He knew why...

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