The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The brass plate in my left hand weighed three ounces, a dead weight that felt heavier than the iron hinge I held in my right, and the gap between them was a void where a gear should have been. I set them on the oak table in my study, the wood scarred by decades of ink spills and the dull thud of dropped tools, and watched the dust motes drift through the single shaft of afternoon light. It was...

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