The Distant Joke
Chapter One The border town of Kael-Vor hummed with the low, grinding friction of two languages clashing over the price of grain, a sound that settled into the bones of the stone streets before the ice storm even began to bite at the elms. In the reclamation yard of dead machines, where rusted gears lay in heaps like shed teeth, Ivor Yarr weighed the last of the soil quota, his hands trembling...
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