The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

"You're late." The ticket taker, a retired man with hands like dry wood, didn't look up from his ledger. "Forty-seven of Widow's Landing is still holding, but the intake clogged again. Council says we lose the berth if the greens don't sprout." I checked the hydroponic tray in my hands. The soil was heavy, wet with the sideways rain that had beaten the lane houses for a week. Inside, the...

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