The Wistful Incense

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Act I The whaling port of Quidong was a place of salt-crusted ledgers and the heavy, rhythmic thud of blubber being rendered into oil, a sound that had beaten in my bones since I was a boy who counted the shares of dead giants for his widowed mother. It was a February false spring, the air thick with the promise of rain that never came, leaving the cobblestones slick and treacherous under the...

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