The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The whistle blew, a sharp, metallic shriek that cut through the fog hanging low over the rail yard, and the foreman’s voice cracked over the steam like a whip. "Thorne! Get your ass to the north line before the 9:15 hits the switch!" I stood there, hands gripping the railing until my knuckles turned the color of old bone. I was forty years old, and my knees ached with a dull, persistent throb...

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