The Golden Suspect
Can a fruit rot if no one is watching it? The question hung in the stagnant air of my study, heavy with old paper and the metallic tang of the heat that had settled over the Kansai textile town like a wet wool blanket. I am Hanako Saito, forty-two, a scholar of medieval alchemy, and I want to complete my thesis before the winter solstice, a deadline that feels less like a date on the calendar...
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