The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The ink on your hands is black. It stains the cuticles, the creases of your knuckles, a map of your own making. You are alone in the carriage. The wheels thump against the iron rails, a steady, mechanical heartbeat. Outside, the moor stretches out, gray and vast, indifferent to the small wooden box hurtling through it. You are a scholar. You deal in words, in the preservation of meaning. But...

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