The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain in Seattle does not fall so much as it settles, a persistent, gray mist that clings to the wool of your coat and seeps into the marrow of your bones, turning the city into a wet, breathing organism of glass and steel where the boundaries between the living and the dead have long since dissolved into a shared, damp atmosphere. You are standing in the lobby of the Blackwood Hotel, a...

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