The Golden Crossing
Chapter One Order was a matter of weight. This was the first lesson Himari Murata learned in the oyster warden’s office, a room that smelled of brine and old paper. He stood at fifty-eight of the Rope Walk, looking out at the harbor mud at low tide. The water had pulled back, leaving the ground exposed and raw. It looked like a wound that had not been cleaned. Murata held the clay tablet in his...
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