The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Act I Duarte Leal remembered the weight of the ink before the weight of the pen, a sensation that had settled into his wrists like arthritis years before the pain actually arrived. He stood in the corridor of the Colonial Office in Angra do Heroísmo, the air heavy with damp wool and the faint, acrid bite of gas from the street below. It was 1893, a year of soot and shrinking tides, and he was...

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