The Distant Journey

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Act I I remember the weight of the brass before I remember the cold. It sat in my palm, heavy as a dead bird, its surface etched with the imperial seal that had guaranteed my integrity for twenty years. I was forty-five then, standing in the narrow corridor of the packet ship’s steerage, where the air tasted of brine and old sweat. The monsoon had broken three days prior, turning the streets of...

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