The Distant Cartograph

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The counting room of the merchant house in Isfahan smelled of dried linden and old paper, a scent that had settled into the plaster over decades of quiet transactions. Outside, the autumn wind stripped the bare branches of the plane trees along the canal, sending the leaves skittering across the cobblestones in a sound like dry applause. Fatemeh Moradi sat at the large oak desk, her fingers...

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