The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The train moved with a rhythmic, metallic groan that seemed to vibrate in my teeth, a persistent, industrial hum that had become the background noise of my final days. I sat in a corner of the second-class carriage, the window beside me fogged by the breath of other passengers, my hands wrapped around a small, cloth-bound bundle resting on my knee. Inside that bundle was the mirror. It was not...

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