The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Hiroshi Kobayashi wiped the grease from his hands, the rag dark with oil and the memory of the machine. The banquet hall was cold, a temperature that had nothing to do with the November air outside. He stood near the pillar, watching the factory owner, Tanaka, pour sake for the investors. The liquid caught the light, clear and indifferent. Hiroshi’s neck prickled, a cold thread winding down his...

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