The Wistful Silence
Chapter One Every wall in the shitamachi district of Osaka breathed with a faint, translucent pulse, a subtle vibration that Sakura Shimizu felt in her teeth before she ever saw the smear of red on the plaster. The air in the apartment was thick with the damp chill of the late frost, a physical weight that settled into the joints and made the linoleum floors slick underfoot, while the gasp of...
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