The Pale Verdict
Chapter One Kenji Ogawa stood in the center of the banquet hall, the polished brass badge on his chest catching the light of the chandeliers, a cold weight against his sternum that he clutched as if it were a lifeline. He was thirty-two, a sergeant with a mortgage called in early and a sister whose eviction notice was pinned to the kitchen door like a warning. The room smelled of stale sake,...
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