The Distant Cartograph

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Act I "You speak of honor as if it were a commodity, Magistrate Tanaka." The air in the great hall was heavy with roasted pheasant and stale sake, a humid warmth that clung to Kenji Shimizu’s skin like a second, heavier garment. He stood at the head of the long cedar table, his hands resting on the edge, knuckles white not from cold but from the sheer, grinding effort of holding his composure....

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