The Golden Scar
Chapter One Every machine in Kurogane had a song, and every man knew his own. The sewing machines in the basement of the Bureau hummed in relay, a rhythmic churning that sounded like water being forced uphill against the grain of gravity. Ren Fujiwara sat in the corner of his office, the rain lashing sideways against the glass, turning the street outside into a blur of grey sludge. He held a...
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