The Faded Alibi
Chapter One The machinery of justice in Kyoto did not grind so much as it slipped, losing purchase on the wet stones of the machiya rows. Setsuko Yamada sat across from Minister Kuroda, her hands flat on the table, feeling the grit of the wood beneath her nails. The air in the office was heavy with stale tobacco and the cold, metallic tang of fear. A cracked porcelain cup sat between them, a...
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