The Wistful Witness
Chapter One Ren Inoue knew the weight of silence before he knew the weight of the ledger. It was a silence that had a texture, like the lint trapped in the vents of the dry cleaning shop where he had spent twelve years pressing secrets out of other people’s coats. He stood at the edge of the machiya row, the morning fog burning off by ten to reveal a landscape of bare brick and high moor, a...
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