The Distant Whispers

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Act I In the drowned cities of the old Silk Road, memory was the only currency that did not rot, though it was heavy enough to break a man’s back if he carried too much of it. Mohammad Kazemi, a thirty-two-year-old botanist who had once cataloged the rare orchids of the highlands, now worked as a memory librarian in a processing ring that smelled of wet wool and rust. He wanted a permanent...

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