The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

I am Erik Dahlberg, and I have spent the last nine years paying for a crime that did not exist. The stone cell smells of wet wool and old iron, a scent that has replaced the memory of the sea. I sit on the cold floor, the iron mask fused to my face, whispering my failures in a voice that is not mine. It is a heavy thing, this mask. It presses against my temples with the weight of every word I...

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