The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The water in the bayou smells of rust and old blood, and it is rising. I am Virginie Fontenot, and I have come to Oakhaven to fix what is broken, though my own hands shake with a tremor that no one else can see. The Rot, a fungal bloom that mimics the shape of a scream, has taken hold of the village’s grain stores, and the people say it is a punishment for our greed. I walk into the town square...

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