The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The porcelain bird was cold in Elias Thorne’s palm, its glaze cracked down the beak like a frozen river. He sat in the cramped, coal-dusted cabin of the *SS Meridian*, the air thick with the smell of machine oil and damp wool. It was 1912, and the ship groaned against the Atlantic swell, a sound that vibrated through the floorboards and into his teeth. Elias was thirty-four, a clerk with...

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