The Pale Mist
Chapter One "You are late for the inspection, Constable Sasaki." The Prefect’s voice was dry, like paper rubbing against stone. I stood in the corridor of the Prefectural Police headquarters, the air heavy with damp wool and stale tobacco. My badge felt heavy against my chest, a cold iron weight that pulled at my collar. I had spent the night in the reclamation yard, sorting through the dead...
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