The Wistful Witness
Act I The port of Kurogane moved with the heavy, rhythmic labor of a machine that had forgotten how to stop. Cranes swung over the water, lifting crates of rice and timber, while the auctioneer’s voice rose and fell above the clatter of the loading docks, closing lots in a cadence that marked the passage of hours. It was a town built on the exchange of weight for value, where every grain of...
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