The Distant Cartograph

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Act I The grey of the October light pressed flat against the terraced fields of the river county, a physical weight that settled into the mud and the reeds where the rice had once stood, and in the break room of the night warehouse, where the air smelled of damp straw and cold tea, I sat with my hands wrapped around a cup that did not warm them. I am Lei Wang, a man whose name was written in...

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