The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Chapter One My hands were stained with the black grease of the harpoon line as I hauled the final coil onto the deck of the Kael, the stone fortress of our frontier county rising behind me like a bruised jaw against the afternoon thunder. I am Lan Chen, thirty-two years old, a border warden whose skin is mapped with the salt-burns of the northern seas, and I stood there wiping my palms on my...

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