The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

Act I The river trade moved in a thick, grey slurry of cargo and debt, the air heavy with the smell of wet rust and diesel that clung to the skin like a second layer of wool. In the maintenance airlock of the Zuzarte foundry, Filomena Zuzarte stood before the cooling racks, her hands trembling not from cold but from the vibration that hummed in the teeth of the alloy. She was a master smith, a...

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