The Wistful Letter

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The frost had settled over the Tōhoku farm belt with the weight of a burial shroud, killing the late beans and turning the soil into a hard, grey crust that cracked under the boots of the laborers who moved through the mist like ghosts. In the shadow of the plantation school, where the air smelled of damp chalk and old paper, Kaito Kimura stood before the High Chancellor, his hands trembling...

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