The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The morning air in the fishing town hung still, heavy with the salt rot of the tide pools and the distant, rhythmic clang of a forge that had not yet been seen. Forty-seven of the Old Brick kilns stood silent along the coast, their chimneys like broken teeth against the gray sky, while the offshore wind farms spun their slow, indifferent circles. Hong Chen stood at the counter of the...

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