The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

I woke with the taste of iron and coal dust on my tongue. The air in the carriage was thick, a solid thing that pressed against my eyelids. I was not in London. I was on the edge of the world, or at least, on the edge of the map I carried in my breast pocket. The map was damp. The ink had begun to bleed. I am a scholar of things that should not exist. That is what I told the men at the...

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