The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The valve is frozen solid, Kwame. Do you hear me? It is not rust, it is ice, and if you do not break it, the pressure will tear the boiler apart before the sun clears the salt pans. The words of the young clerk, Thomas, hung in the damp air of the Blackwater Penitentiary, a place of iron lungs and coal smoke that smelled of wet wool and old blood. I stood before the main pressure gauge, my...

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