The Distant Journey

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Act I Noraini binte Aman’s fingers, stained with the black soot of the distillery’s night shift, moved with a tremor that had nothing to do with the cold. She was on her knees in the cellar, the water lapping at the third step, her boots submerged, as she tried to stabilize the rack of glass jars that held the experimental cultures. The rain above was not a metaphor; it was a physical weight,...

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