The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The salt trade moved through the narrow fjord like a slow, grey vein, carrying the weight of the mountain clans in its hold, and every vessel that passed the toll bridge at sixty-three of the Ferry Slip paid the new levy imposed by the Magistrate, a sum that bled the profits dry and left the traders with nothing but the memory of the salt’s bite on their lips. Solveig Ekstrom sat in the sealed,...

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