The Pale Path
Act I Riku Inoue remembered the weight of the unopened pay packet in his coat pocket, a heavy, rectangular stone that had not been opened since the war bond matured into nothing, and he looked back at the shipbreaker’s beach where the iron ribs of the decommissioned cruisers lay rotting in the salt spray, knowing that the electric air before the storm was not a metaphor for his dread but a...
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