The Distant Joke
Chapter One "You're late again, Setsuko. The ink is drying." I did not look up from the basin. The water was cold, colder than the air in the laundry room, and it bit into the knuckles of my hands where the skin had cracked from the lye. Outside, the rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the reclamation yard, a steady, rhythmic pounding that masked the sound of the bells marking a...
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