The Distant Joke
Chapter One "Did you see the light?" I asked, my voice cracking against the silence of the signal box. The scribe, Elena, did not look up from her ledger. "I see a breach in the perimeter, Andres. That is all the court requires. A breach. Not a ghost." I was thirty-two years old, and I had served twelve years on the Andalusian olive belt, my pension dependent on a single, clean report of duty....
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