The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The train to Chicago smelled of wet wool and stale coffee, a scent that had become the olfactory signature of my professional exile. I sat in the upper berth, watching the grey fields of Illinois scroll past in a blur of brown and green. My name is Arthur Penhaligon, and I am a mid-level compliance officer for a logistics firm that moves things from point A to point B without ever asking what...

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