The Faded Guest
Chapter One The tram line hissed through the Tōhoku farm belt, a steel vein stitching the polytunnels together under a drizzle that soaked through coats and bone alike. Riku Tanaka stood in the doorway of the settlement house, watching the tracks curve away toward the hills, his hands raw from scrubbing the kitchen tiles. He was thirty-two, a lacquerer by trade, though the boarding school paid...
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