The Distant Garden

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Act I Clifford Yancey had not slept in four days, and the copper ingot shaped like an oxhide on his desk weighed more than his conscience. The reinsurance firm occupied the top floor of a converted tin smelter in Cornwall, a place where the air always tasted of salt and old iron. Outside, the smoke season had settled in, doors shut against the monsoon-green paddy fields that stretched to the...

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