The Distant Promise

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The kiln roared, a beast of iron and heat that Simin Zandi fed with the last of his coal, the rhythm of the washboard next door fading into the static of the desert wind. He packed the tools, the tongs, the pipe, into a canvas bag that smelled of sulfur and old sweat, his hands moving with the mechanical precision of a man who had forgotten how to feel. Thirty-two years old, and the Guild...

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