The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

You are standing in the ruins of a glasshouse that no longer exists on any map of England, yet the air here tastes distinctly of coal smoke and wet iron, a sensory paradox that settles into your lungs with the weight of a physical bruise. The sky above is not a sky but a ceiling of grinding gears, vast brass cogs turning in slow, agonizing silence, dripping oil that falls like black rain onto...

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