The Faded Quadrant

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The heat in the textile town of Nishinomiya was a physical weight, pressing down on the hills of marble that had been cut open by the war, leaving the earth raw and white under the noon sun. Emiko Shimizu sat in her study, a room that smelled of drying ink and the stale sweat of the lorry reversing endlessly outside, its reverse gear grinding a low, monotonous moan against the windows. She was...

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