The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Act I The rain had stopped, leaving the air wet and heavy, but Ha-jun Lim remembered the noise of it from three hours ago, the sound of water hammering against the tin roof of the municipal archive. He stood now in the dry street, looking back at the building that had swallowed his father’s name. It was a structure of grey stone and broken glass, a place where paper went to die. Inside, the...

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