The Distant Joke
Act I "You look like a woman who has forgotten how to pay for her own air," the tax collector said, his voice dry as the dust that coated the low stone wall of the checkpoint.‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌​⁠‌​⁠​⁠‍‌​‌​‍‌‌‍​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‍​​‌​​⁠‍⁠​‌‍‍‍‍​⁠‌‌‌​⁠‌‍‍‌​‍⁠‍​‌‌​ Fatima Mensah did not look up from the muddy path. She was forty-five, and her knees ached with the damp cold that had settled into the river town...
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