The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The iron breath of the engine room pressed against my chest, a cold, metallic lung that expanded and contracted with the rhythm of the ship’s endless, groaning march through the gray Atlantic fog, and I sat on the cold steel grating of the lower deck, my hands wrapped around a dented tin cup of tea that had gone lukewarm hours ago, while the vibration of the propellers hummed in the marrow of...

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