The Distant Joke
Chapter One Afonso Nogueira, who had spent the last twenty years carving ice from the riverbeds of the Alentejo until his lungs tasted of salt and stone, knew that the numbness in his left hand was not a symptom of the cold but a debt coming due. The month the river smelled of the sea had arrived with a physical weight, pressing down on the mining borough where the charter had been bought with...
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