The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

Act I You remember the weight of the iron key in your pocket, colder than the rain that finally filled the dried wells of the Kyushu port. It was a Tuesday, the air heavy with brine and rust, when you stood before the salt pans that stretched like broken mirrors toward the horizon. Michiko Nakamura, you were called, though the registry listed you as an apprentice fee financed by the merchant...

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