The Wistful Letter

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Chapter One My hands were already stained with the indigo dye when I heard the door latch click. I was halfway through pulling a thread from the loom, the tension high, the silk cold against my palms. It was a strange cold, not the chill of the workshop but something that seeped into the bone, a warning I had learned to ignore for three months. I turned to see Kato Haruki standing in the...

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