The Distant Clue
Act I Why do we keep the dead in the dark? The question hung in the rain-slicked air, unanswered, as I stood in the courtyard of the abandoned shrine. My hands trembled, not from the cold, but from the weight of the rusted iron key I gripped. It was heavy, a solid chunk of metal that felt like a verdict. The sun was dropping fast behind the folded hills of Hokkaido, turning the sky the color of...
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