The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

You stand at the edge of the platform. The air tastes of coal and iron. Your brother, Silas, is gone. He walked into the mist that rolls off the river. He did not look back. You hold the coat. It is heavy. Wool. Black. It has a smell of damp wool and old smoke. It is his coat. He left it behind. Or maybe he threw it at you. It does not matter. You hold it tight. The fabric is rough against your...

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