The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The road to the Azores winds like a single, frayed thread stitched across the middle of the Atlantic, and on this last fine weekend before the storm, the whole peninsula seems to hold its breath, waiting for the rain to break the spell of the dry season. Filomena Gomes, thirty-two years old and a veteran of the Iron Guard, walked that thread with a rusted iron key clutched in her left hand, the...

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