The Pale Circus
Chapter One "Excess volatility. Fine: two hundred ryō. Tools seized for debt." The ink was still wet on the parchment when Himari Shimizu read it, the black characters bleeding slightly into the coarse paper. He stood in the assembly room, the air thick with the dust of ground glass and the low, metallic hum of the cash tills in the empty arcade outside. It was the Year of the Iron Moon, and...
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