The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The vial was lighter than it had been an hour ago, Salmah Wibowo noted, checking the seal against the dim glow of his wrist monitor. He stood in the salt marsh of the Jakarta dome, where the silver dusk made the reeds look like wire, and the air tasted of iodine and rust. His heart, a patched-together thing of orbital welder’s titanium and old blood, stuttered in his chest, a metronome counting...

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