The Distant Cartograph

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Act I Did the sugar burn, or did the debt? Imelda Talamantes sat in the archive room, the air heavy with caramelized cane, a smell that had no business existing in a building of dust and iron. She was thirty-two, a ledger clerk, and her hands trembled as she smoothed the brittle pages of the payroll book. The chill rose from the cellar, a physical fact that settled in her joints, while outside,...

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