The Golden Myth
"Kenji Sasaki, the numbers in your quarterly report are a disgrace." Tanaka Haruki did not raise his voice. He simply set the stack of ledgers on the desk with a click that sounded like a bone breaking. The air in the Ministry office was heavy with coal dust and stale tea, a damp chill that seeped through Kenji’s wool coat. Kenji stood rigid, his hand still hovering over the inkwell. He had...
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