The Wistful Voyage

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The sugar cane stood in rows that looked like the ribs of a dead thing, and the air in the stable loft was so heavy with damp straw and animal heat that breathing felt like a physical labor, a constant, grinding effort against the weight of the world. Antoine Gaspard sat on a crate of molasses, his hands wrapped around a cup of bitter, medicinal tea that he had brewed himself from dried roots,...

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