The Distant Cartograph
Act I The island of Awaji turned over in its sleep, the heat shimmering off the asphalt like a fever dream, until the only sound left was the rhythmic clatter of cash registers in the treaty port shops, a mechanical heartbeat marking the minutes of a long, dry afternoon. Yui Hayashi stood at the edge of the Kurogawa Valley, his boots sinking into soil that felt less like earth and more like wet...
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