The Pale Dance
Chapter One Takeshi Hayashi had served the Northern Court for twelve years, a tenure that bought him neither respect nor warmth, only a desk in the corner of the administrative hall where the draft crept under the door and the ink froze in the reed pens. He was thirty, his fingers permanently stained with the soot of the charcoal lamps, and his only desire was to secure his permanent position...
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