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Jirou got his first itinerarium for a birthday; it came with a package of little starter journeys, but they never quite made it past the planning phase. Since then he’s been saving up from his job at the game store, and today he’s brought home his first real pilgrimage.

He plops it down in the sand of the glass torus and watches it struggle to its feet. Its feet are bound in sackcloth, and it carries a heavy stone on its back. He taps the glass. It stumbles forward, eyes on the false horizon, to begin its slow and endless loop.