The Wistful Silence
The notice was printed on heavy, cream-colored paper, the kind that cost three hundred yen a sheet, stamped with the crimson seal of the Osaka Shitamachi Municipal Authority: Water Allocation Suspended Pending Audit. Hanako Ishikawa read it twice, the ink still wet, while the rain drummed against the high windows of the command center. She was fifty-four, and her hands, which had once been...
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