The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The count was simple, brutal, and absolute: four hundred and eighty hours until the sun rose, or until the gas took me, whichever came first. I stood on the catwalk of the north tower, the iron grating cold and slick under my boots, counting the seconds in my head to keep the rhythm of my breathing steady. My left hand, the one that had caught the shrapnel in the valley three years ago, hung at...

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