The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the distinction between the wet cobblestones of the street and the damp stone of the alley behind the foundry. I stood at the entrance of the iron gate, my boots heavy with mud, my breath a small, white ghost in the freezing air. Behind me, the city churned with the smoke of steam engines and the distant, rhythmic...

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