The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The mill was a beast of iron and brick, a sprawling architecture that dominated the valley floor like a sleeping god. It had been built in the age of steam and soot, a time when the air tasted of coal dust and the future felt as solid as the rivets holding the boilers together. I had lived in the shadow of that building for twenty years, a period that felt both infinite and negligible, defined...

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