The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

I woke with the taste of copper and old dust on my tongue, the humidity of the sub-basement clinging to my skin like a second, heavier suit of armor. It was not a dream, though the clarity of the memory felt distant, detached, as if I were watching it happen to a man who wore my face but did not share my pulse. I am a specialist in structural containment, a title that sounds like a job...

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