The Distant Promise

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Ren Yamamoto sat in the cellar of the old department store, the water rising to the third step, and he knew with a cold, physical certainty that he had already lost. The damp was a living thing, pressing against his shins, soaking through the thin wool of his trousers, and it smelled of iron and rot. He was a typesetter, a man who lived and died by the weight of lead in his fingers, but tonight...

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