The Distant Joke
Act I Halina Jankowski, forty-two years old and the keeper of the granary keys, found the black seed in the pocket of a dead man on the Rope Walk. It was September, and the frost had come early, biting into the cobblestones with a sharp, metallic chill that made my breath visible in the grey light. The dead man was a stranger, a trader from the silk district whose body had been dragged into the...
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