The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The hall smelled of wet wool, stale beer, and the metallic tang of coal smoke that had seeped through the cracked sash windows and settled into the floorboards like a heavy, invisible silt. It was the annual gathering of the Ironworks Guild, a celebration of industry that had outlived its relevance, held in the Grand Armory, a structure of such imposing, brutalist grandeur that it seemed to...

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