The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The brick in your hand is cold, its rough face pressing into the wet meat of your palm, a phantom weight that vanishes the moment you open your eyes. You are standing in the center of the mill floor, the air thick with the smell of wet cement and stale tobacco, your forty-two-year-old body aching with the specific, grinding pain of a man who has spent two decades holding a building together...

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