The Faded Masquerade

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The question Sota Nakagawa had asked himself for thirty-two years was simple, and the answer had been bleeding onto his desk for three days. He stood in the port office, the air heavy with brine, rust, and the damp wool of his uniform, watching the ink spread across the toll ledger in a dead hand. The document, which listed the debts of the fishing hamlet’s families, was smearing. The numbers,...

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