The Faded Ruin
Act I Saito Kenji’s hands were slick with the diesel-thick grime of the engine bay as he wrenched the final bolt loose. The foghorn outside the motel door groaned, a low, wet sound that the stray dog on the corner answered with a sharp, barking yelp, the noise cutting through the thaw smell of wet earth and rotting leaves that hung over the shitamachi docks. He was thirty, and his back ached...
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