The Golden Suspect
The ink had dried on the final page before the smoke did. Himari Yamada remembered the weight of the bronze bell, cold and silent in his pocket, as the roof beams groaned above him. He was twelve then, a scribe’s apprentice in the shadow of the tax boat’s early arrival, and he had believed he was saving history. The truth was smaller, and heavier. He sat in the ruins of the estate, the air...
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