The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Yorkshire wakes with the mill, the iron spinning against the red dirt of the moor, a grinding sound that settles in the teeth before the sun clears the ridge. I count the steps down to the water, seventy-one of the Tannery Steps, my knees aching with the cold that has no name but time. I am Eugene Ledbetter, and I am here to lose. The light is thin, gray, and unlit, hanging low over the...

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