The Golden Suspect

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My hands were stained indigo to the wrist, the dye soaking into the cuticles as I scrubbed the vat with a rag that had lost all its color. The smell of fermenting onion skins and iron filled the backroom of the dye-house, a thick, physical weight that pressed against my lungs. I was Yamada Yamato, and I was counting the bolts of cloth left in the ledger, my eyes burning from the smoke of the...

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