The Distant Journey

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Chapter One Who keeps the count when the paper turns to ash? I asked myself this in the dark, before the fog lifted. I woke with my hands stained black to the wrist. The ink had bled into the skin, a permanent map of my labor. I was thirty-two years old. I worked as a scribe for the bronze-casting clan, behind the court where the river mist settled thick as wool. The room was cold. My breath...

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