The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The iron gates of the Foundry District creak open under a sky the color of bruised slate, and you step through them not as a visitor but as a prisoner of your own making, dragging the heavy, rusted weight of your marriage behind you like a shackle forged in the fires of a dying sun. The air here is thick with the taste of ozone and old blood, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat...

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