The Distant Machine

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Act I "You’ll finish the ledger by dawn, Qiang Zhang, or you’ll be walking the river road with nothing but your skin." I looked up from the desk. The ink in my pot was cold, a black sludge that smelled of iron and old rain. Abbot Li stood by the window, his back to the room, his silhouette cut sharp against the grey light of the scriptorium. I did not answer. I could not. My hands were moving,...

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