The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The sky cracked open before dawn. It was not a metaphor. The ironworks had finally given way, spewing a black torrent of slag and steam across the valley floor. You stood on the ridge, watching the destruction from a safe distance, your breath pluming in the cold air. You held the lantern. It was a heavy thing, cast iron, with a glass pane that had been chipped three times by your own...

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