The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The notice pinned to the mill floor board read: Census of Personnel, Effective Immediately. The ink was wet, black as the soot that coated the looms, and it smelled of iron. Juliette Barbier stood before the ledger, her fingers trembling not from cold, but from the weight of the streetcar transfer she kept in her pocket, a crumpled slip of paper that had once meant a journey to Paris and now...

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