The Distant Cartograph

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Act I Aiko Yoshida’s hands were already stained with ink, the black pigment biting into the whorls of her fingerprints as she balanced the ledger against the damp wood of the desk. The scriptorium smelled of wet stone and old paper, a cold, mineral scent that clung to the wool of her shawl, a garment that seemed to grow heavier with every hour of the day. She was recording the grain reserves,...

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