The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

I The iron hammer struck the cornerstone with a sound like a bone snapping in a frozen river, and Siranush Beridze, his hands blistered and white with the cold, did not stop swinging until the mortar crumbled into dust. He was thirty-two, a border warden of the K’ara fortress, and for the first time in four years he felt the weight of the tool not as a burden but as a key, the motion of the arm...

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