The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain in Chicago did not fall so much as it was delivered, a scheduled industrial byproduct of the upper atmosphere, striking the iron lattice of the Ferris wheel with a rhythmic, metallic percussion. You stood on the observation platform, your hand resting on the cold, riveted steel of the railing, watching the city blur into a smear of wet neon and soot. You were the new Chief of...

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