The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The salt was damp. That was the first thing I noticed, not the gaslight, nor the smell of wet wool and old paper, but the grit of it against my fingertips as I turned the page of the ledger. It was a heavy book, bound in leather that had gone soft and slick in the humidity of the Ministry, its spine cracked like a dry riverbed. I held it in my left hand, my right clutching the hem of my coat,...

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