The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

You dream of the taste of iron. It is not blood. It is rust. It is the metallic tang of the air before a storm breaks over the industrial flats of Pennsylvania. In the dream, you hold a spoon. It is bent. You try to drink from it, but the liquid is thick, viscous, and black. It coats your tongue. It does not taste sweet. It tastes like the end of things. You wake with your mouth dry and your...

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