The Distant Cartograph

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Act I Lois Yancey, thirty-two, kept the ledgers for the animal handlers at the Brooklyn docks, a job that smelled of brine and rotting kelp before it even smelled of paper. The first mild evening of the year had arrived, pulling everyone out of the tenements and onto the cracked pavement where the air felt thick and wet against the skin. I was counting the scrip vouchers for the day’s catch, my...

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