The Distant Joke

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2026-08-18 19:29:52 -

The Distant Joke

The iron gates of the Foundry District closed behind us with a groan that sounded like a dying breath. The air tasted of coal dust and wet ash. I watched the carriage wheels sink into the mud, leaving deep, dark scars in the earth. My brother, Silas, walked ahead of me. He did not look back. We were leaving the city. We were leaving the only place we had ever known. The sky was a bruised...

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