The Faded Road
Act I Can a hand that has carried mail for twelve years suddenly decide to betray its owner? Hiroshi Saito stood at the edge of the polytunnel glare, the morning light hitting the plastic sheets until they burned white against the grey sky. He looked at his left hand, the one that had never trembled, not once, not even when the crypto market collapsed and he lost the savings meant for their...
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