The Faded Shield
Act I "Debt due: 400 ryo. Item: Bridge timber, wet. Item: Labor, unpaid." The ink on the ledger page was still wet, a black smear that bled into the grain of the paper, and Himari Saito held the book so tightly his knuckles turned the color of old bone. He sat in the counting house of the Saito textile mill, a space that smelled of mildew and the sharp, metallic tang of the Mirror Fog that had...
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