The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Act I Chaiya Boonmee stood at the airlock maintenance chief’s desk, a man of thirty-four who had not seen the sun in two years, and watched the meltwater rise in the cellar below the reclamation yard. The water lapped at the base of the dead machines, soaking into the rusted iron and the rotting wood of the floorboards, a physical fact that no amount of wishing could change. He was a warden of...

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